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May 2021
It was at that time then when I began.

the Sun did a moody and it was the Moonlight that
knew me in the shadows left hanging by the day.

and now?
yes
and now we're all offended by remarks chalked on park benches
or by eyes that look unguardedly at anything to do with me

and I'm offended oftenly that oftenly is not in the Oxford dictionary.

I'm
happy that it's Saturday,
that'll offend a few.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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