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May 2021
Tuesday and he wakes
opens up the floodgates
to rush into the morning air
and
though he may be
fair of face and sound of mind
he still can't find
his socks.

Jesus
sandals on his feet
he flip-flops
on his way.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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