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Aug 2020
They throw you straight into the deep end,
thank god it's almost the weekend.

retraining all my muscles to do what they used to do
but the ones in my legs are tattered and
torn
it feels like they're almost worn out,
a bit like me on Friday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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