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Oct 2021
Neurons knit
I wake
a bit
sluggishly

slothlike to the kitchen
eyes twitching
kettle whistling.
too noisy,
he
backtracks to the bedroom.

Eventually,
brain In gear
dressed
ready to go out and
here
he hesitates

thinks

shall I
make another coffee?
it's a tad too Thursday for it to be this early.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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