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Jul 2019
Yeah
I know
waiting for the train to go
*****,
but no one gives two flying
monkeys
if I have to wait and
so
I wait.

Suitcases
with a man who has
pink laces on black shoes
who'd choose those?

Still not gone
this journey will
be a long one.

Young lady with
eyebrows
that dance over her face
putting her makeup in place
seems to be a difficult task.

I'm glad it's Friday
all the other days
just get in the way.

I'll be back home soon
a couple of hours after noon,

the old man who's snorting like a pig
doesn't give a fig about that

I offer him a tissue
he refuses.


Everyone loses in the end
even man's best friend
the dog, growls.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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