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Dec 2021
Saturday,
a replay of a day I've seen,
I mean, of course, the rain.

Neverending never ends
until it ends
and then it's ended,
a case of,
least said soonest mended,

We won't be getting there
if there is where we want to go,
the forecaster forecasted snow
and I know he's usually right,
but
a canoe would do me for now.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Khoisan
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