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Dec 2018
When nothing's as good as anything
there's no point in us knowing everything
not when something is
bound to appear.

I have faith that good fortune will find me
before the rotgut I drink totally blinds me.

Saturday and the Saturday smell,
fresh and inviting
I shall dip my toes in
the weekend,

but it's windy and the wind's always greedy
it sees me as in need so it feeds me
with fingers of ice
which is not very nice,
but I go where the wind tends to lead me.

Christmas and Santa'***** the sherry
it's no wonder he always looks merry
his elves help themselves off the
bargain ***** shelves
because
some things are as good as anything.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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