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Sep 2021
When your head's hanging on by a thread and you don't wanna get out of bed, the alarm clock goes clang anyway, every day, why bother to set it? I don't get it, maybe I am unbalanced.

Autumn's just another nought on my scorecard,
but everything's so hard,
Oh yes, I wish, says someone in the background, foreground,
found out, ouch.

A kiss before coffee?
make mine a latte
it's gonna be a long day,
****** clock.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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