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Jan 2018
I've been up for ever and it's only ten past nine
too early for the bookies
and not the right time for aΒ wine

The struggles I juggle with daily tire me.

This new year thing
rings a bell,
but I can't
remember the tune

and soon which comes
slightly later than now when
now is already here
I'll give in to my caveman self and
open a tin of beer.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Terry Collett and Nat Lipstadt
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