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Sep 2021
I..am
and so,
I sit down to writing
because I'm spending the night in
and
there's a knock at the door,
I am
sorely tempted to ignore it,
what
are they knocking at my door for?

a shout,
'come out for a drink'
I write no more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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