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Nov 2018
This week almost killed me
but it did not,
just took a shot at me
and missed,
now it's the weekend
it could be thrills galore,
but whatever it is it has got to
be more
than the previous five days.

This has nothing to do with anything, but
Grammarly is getting right on my ****
underlining bits of text
commenting on what goes where
and what is best
what next?
a chalk duster
flung through the screen at me?

I can roll with the punches
because I'm putting on weight,
well rounded, I'm told,
then again they tell old people
what they want to,
don't you?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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