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Jan 2018
Nay
nay and thrice he says nay
it cannot be Monday today.

The bard for all his Shakespearian wit
couldn't dream up this kind of ****
but it's true
blue with the cold and now I've
been told
it's Monday.

And it's raining
which is a pain in
the **** as well.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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