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Jun 2019
What is a day
but an addition to time.

Lots to pack in
to the hours
let's begin
and
play.

Canning Town
in London Town
and I'm down
on the
underground,

there's a breeze
that's tickling my knees
I want to say,
please
don't stop.

Heads are bowed
I think they're all praying,

the young man with grey in
his hair
should try Grecian 2000,
( that's a registered trade mark,
but it will make his hair dark )

the silver haired lady
sat next to the shady looking
guy
gives me the eye,
now
that doesn't happen every day.

but
I got so excited
I nearly alighted
at the wrong
station.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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