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Jun 2020
Dull as in drab as in get me a cab
because I want to go where the sun shines.

Somewhere in Stepney Green,
they must have a cloud machine
with its setting on grey.

And its Thursday
not that it matters,
it wasn't Thursday yesterday
but it was still grey.

perhaps it's she that fogs my vision
maybe there is no cloud machine at
Stepney Green,
this could still be the dream where
I'm actually living
but if that's true
where is the sun?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Carlo C Gomez
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