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Nov 2021
That sinking feeling must mean that it's now Monday,
someday, probably tomorrow, it won't be.

one cup of coffee before I'm off, he
says,
Monday's are always a rush.

I could 'pull a sickie'
but you know
that's not like me,
I'll take the slings and the arrows
and wait 'til the sun goes
down.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  65/Here and now
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