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Sep 2019
Held against my will on a tube train stuck at Tower Hill ( it's actually West Ham )
waiting for a signal, but I always am.

Phone TFL.Gov love
says
the lady next to me

calls are not free
says I.


There's a limit to the limitless,
that which they don't want you to know
and my patience is not endless
this train had better go.

And there's a smell in here
of garlic and of fear
the vamps are roaming free,
Monday
on the Jubilee.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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