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Mar 2019
I could have stayed longer
played for longer
but it's dark now and damp
I've got cramp in my legs and
a cramp in my arm,
suddenly
it feels like I'm
'Buying the farm'

plenty of time for that
when
they lay me out flat,

for now
I'll go on.

Thursday on the Jubilee
very quiet
not much to see,
a bit like Wednesday
I'd say,
but
I'd say anything
if only to stop the
silence.

Patience?
I used it up.

If getting old is the problem
what's the solution?
die while we're young?
can't see
no fun in that.


Living forever?
never going to happen
is it?
and who'd want to live
that long?
assuming forever is that
long.

at times I take a step back
take a different view
try to see things differently
it's easy apparently,
I never found it so.


The liver.

I know that I'm sinking
swallowing salt
thinking
it's
'Andrews'

It is said,
that we'll get there
but
it's never said where

I suppose if where is a place
I'm getting there.


should the alarm go
I
just want you to know
that
I'm not ready.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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