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Jan 2020
A snooze button and autoplay should be a standard fitting on Thursday,
it's almost where, 'are we there yet' begins and ends, but not quite, still got Thursday night to do.

Coffee tastes like a false dawn
but I wasn't even born when
that broke.

Peeling my shadow off the radiator
and
looking like an ancient gladiator
I go out to fight the day.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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