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May 2019
I've been sat here for ages
flicking through the pages
and each page is blank
there's only me
to thank for that.

My mind like the page
is empty.

The pen
though important
appears to be
impotent,

I sit here
expecting the worst
or at least
the
magic roundabout.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
95
   Bogdan Dragos
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