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Jan 2022
Eyes glued shut to keep the night out and there's no use having a light so you put the light out until the morning cuts in and you have to go out,
yes!
the day breaks in like a burglar
creeping,
like ivy up a pergola.

There is frost on the roofs of the vehicles
that hang on the roadsides like icicles
and I think,
Extremities
was not a Greek philosopher.

I pull the ripcord and float down quite casually
into a Tuesday or it may be a Wednesday
either way
it's just another day to get through.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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