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Nov 2021
The doctor couldn't see me,
but I'm here,

seems like lots of people pass you by
and never wonder who or wonder why
then wonder if they passed you by at all.

It's midnight at four forty,
I'm thinking of getting ******,
but that's naughty
so I'm having coffee,

black or white?
white or black?
I do not lack questions
which is a ******' nuisance
at times like these.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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