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Oct 2019
When you look like Punch because Judy’s given you a battering and the audience were watching but only gave a smattering of applause which sounded as weak as this did.

At least when I am falling I know where I’m heading.

Et Tu, say what? said who?
I am
leaning into a history
with the youngster ( that’s me )
and we have a long way
to go.

These that say cheese and those that just smile.

death on the sidewalks while people walk past
and we all walk a bit faster from this waste,
this disaster,
try to cover the cracks with cement or a plaster,
the cracks remain underneath the stains
of a life that never tasted the fare.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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