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Dec 2020
Bed before midnight
that sight remains unseen
I am blind to the notion
that last year has been,

It is onward and upwards
not forwards and back
I'm heading to dreamland
and hitting the sack.
I must be to be or maybe not getting old
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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