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Dec 2020
The central heating pipes play me a merry tune as I stare out of the window with my eyes set on the moon and I know she knows that I think of her wondering where she goes when the sun decides to show its face.

getting up is such a palaver
when I'd rather stay in bed
but
shake a leg and move
get into the groove
and know
it's not a rut.

Friday
anything but.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
67
   Jacob Ciciora
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