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Nov 2020
watching space invaders
sailing across my eyes
which must be failing.

I could be tiring
I might need
rewiring or
de-coking
might have to
give up smoking,
surrender to celibacy
eat fukin salads?
I
suddenly feel very chipper
like a young whippersnapper
it must be nearly
playtime.
'When I get old I want to be a child again on Mothers's knee' js
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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