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May 2020
It becomes increasingly unclear
as to how near the end we actually
are, perhaps I should get in my car
and ask them In Durham.

If like me
you are self isolating,
suffocating under the
suggestion that we're not
taking this seriously,

there's nothing we can do
but get on with it,
and
isolate a bit more
double insulate the door
demonstrate on zoom
commiserate on skype
watch tripe on the telly
while watching your belly
getting fatter,
it doesn't matter,
you're like ITV 2
no one is watching you
except for yourself.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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