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Nov 2021
There are those who go with the flow
and those who are controlling the flow,
and here, I guess, that I am in the former category
not making much and certainly not history,

you might remember me,
I was the one drowning
going down in
and sinking into my own
universe,

what's worse than a poet drowning?
a poet gurgling?
a burglar burgling?
someone says,
shut the **** up,
I can't get a word in.

well
all I get is static on the crystal set
turning the dials for miles and
getting nowhere,

they should transistorise me
put me into a casing and tune into me,
jsirony, better than Radio3 and I think
that would make history.
Rambling on
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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