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Jan 2022
the lockdown, or are you shut out,
put out by the landlords who believe
that they are the gentry?

vacant possession,
the devil doesn't want me,
I am empty,
possessed by a vacancy.

Oh jeez, a bit gloomy for a Thursday
and not the way I imagined it to be,
but two cups of 'joe' and I'll be buzzin'
must go
and make some.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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