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Aug 2021
the sun grins at me from behind a cloud and the day begins, cloaked in mystery is better than being cloaked in a monastery unless of course, you're a Monk.

Thursday is an okay kind of a day
not as good as Friday unless it is 'Good Friday'
which it wouldn't be on a Thursday,

see how I struggle to cope?
there is no hope without coffee

the sun's still grinning at me,
today will be okay.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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