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Apr 2018
Anger
contained.

It's a tumble down
all up in the air
not worth
half a crown
until it's spent.

Too much of and far too many
personalities
and that's a disorder in
the new order.

I disintegrate
into
a vegetative state
almost
hibernate
but one has to be wary
there are scary things and
not all
are under the bed.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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