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Jan 2021
I can hear the pipes of Pan
but I don't think they belong
to Peter
maybe they're Pauls.

And now they're gone
I could have imagined them,
you know what old men are like.

Supper was
jam on a scone
now I have my jim-jams on
and they have jam on them too
but
you know what old men are like
because I already told you.
And now it's bedtime
which could be Springtime for
someone in Germany
but it's not.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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