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May 2021
Grizzly and grey
no!
not me,
I mean Monday.

I've looked
but there's no way out
except at the end
where we all make our exit,

dark?
not really,
the sun, though older than I
still rises
still lights up the sky
I light up a cigarette
wondering why it's
Monday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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