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Jul 2018
Listening to the *******
while
chewing over the horsemeat
fed to me by the superstore,
what more
could a dog want
but a dog's life.

underneath the spectrograph
you have to laugh,
not least because there's
nothing else to do.

Friday's a sly day
luring you in
and
spitting you out
on Saturday morning
wondering
where you can be.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
149
   arizona
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