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Jan 2021
The twenty twenty went
and we spent most of it
doing our bit
to keep the virus at bay,
but
not at Morecambe bay
because
that's my sacred place.

Now I face head on
the new year, now that
the old one has gone.
long live
twenty twenty one.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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