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Oct 2019
She came in like a riptide
roaring down the aisle
sending ripples
it made me smile,
the next tube was in
three minutes,

Wednesday
only half awake
the other half decided
to use the brake,
no point in rushing.

Jubilee calling
and I'm falling once
more into its
trap.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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