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May 2020
This pill we have to swallow
( and quite right, two does not make a Summer )
the harsh rules we have to follow,

no shortages now
the hoarders must have enough.

I should have wriiten this on blotting paper
but
it spreads out anyway and will fade away
like reflections of a memory
changing every day.

Morose is for those
and not for me
I'm getting on with it
doing my bit,
and hoping
you are doing yours
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   jdmaraccini
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