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Nov 2021
I don't know where the day went
but it's spent and I'm skint,

no good hanging on to it
there'll be no use for it
in that other place,
which in my case
might be the fireplace.

The traffic outside is light
the night is getting dark
I think I might park
my face in a book
and
keep my engine running.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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