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Sep 2021
Today I'm one day older
shrinking slightly,
feel the cold a
little more.

Turns out that
Autumn's not a flavour it's
just a feeling that I've been here
many times before.

The gas lamps hiss and sputter
as the morning comes,
and they're shut off,

And I'm not surprised
that the alarm clock
sounds so angry,
it's not yet six o-clock.
Monday fell on me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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