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Dec 2018
Sure it's a mystery tour,
the destination is unknown
but
my ticket's been clipped
and I've just slipped
into
the last available seat.

Thursday
and it's not too cold
my fellow travelers
all look old
and
I've been told
to keep my thoughts
to myself.

Even as the crow flies
it's a long way to go
but
one has got to show
willing
so I'm willing myself on.

the tour guide is silent
just along for the ride?


End of the line.

That's it
there is no more
I've minded the door
'til
I'm blue in the face
closed the gap and
shut my trap
keeping my thoughts
to myself.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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