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Jan 2022
Pick a day
any day.

Thursday and time marches to its own tune,
and
even if the Moon and I, are old friends
the music will stop when time ends.

The pick is just a trick
to make you settle in
and what you pick you'll lose
,
choose carefully
tread warily,
the sinking sands
have many hands to play,
did you pick a day?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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