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Apr 2021
The postman or postlady is late,
but I can wait, I'm used to waiting,
I have waited for a bus and a train
I've waited on tables, I can wait again,

not that I'm expecting
ha
now that would be a tale.

It's Friday and most things slow
not that I really know,
just guessing,
although
it's taken me ten minutes to put
my shirt on.
Clockwork cuckoo
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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