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Apr 2021
I suppose at this time on a Sunday night
it's nearer to a Friday night than it was
twelve hours ago,
Friday is still a long way though.

Not that I'm complaining,
it's not been raining
the sky didn't fall
nothing dropped off of me
I am still whole
and She,
has been very nice to me.

Then I remember
on Friday night at this time
I'll be thinking,
in no time at all
it'll be Monday
and work.
Sailor V or something like it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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