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Dec 2021
Fog
It's all a glitch in the matrix
or maybe my mind's playing tricks on me
it could be that it's all hunky-dory
but it seems everything that I see
is part of a never ending story.

Sunday
as tired as can be and
older than this century.

I wonder if twenty twenty two
will do it for you
will it do it for me
will it do it at all
that's what I wait to see.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Mister Truth
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