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May 2019
In this glut of monotony
I am full of foreboding.

The drum beats to the drum beats,
no troughs nor peaks there are
only the beats,
it's
a disco at the dead drop
where the dead drop
like flies.

I sleep under the blade of a guillotine
and dream of more interesting times.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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