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Feb 2020
Lips being chewed
eyes glued to a screen,
I can't unsee the things
I've seen
the underground's a
waking dream
and not a very good one

He's asleep
keeping wolves at bay?
Friday is the shepherds day
to stay at home.

She's got her life in
a Lidl bag
screaming 'Quality'
tag me,
gag me
plastic bag me.

I'm wandering in the maze
Friday's are always weird.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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