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Feb 2022
I'm not sure where the weekend went, but went it did, hid away now until next Friday, wow, a whole five days to wait.

it's somewhat depressing to get up on a Monday and start dressing for work when exhilaration is just a station on the Central and four stops on from the one that I want.

But being here among the living I'm going to give it my best,
test the waters, so to speak,

my body leaks out more minutes
than I can gather in,
I'm getting thin.

My brain cells got parole?
surely
some mistake,

Time for more coffee
which makes me come alive
somewhere and somehow
it's just before five.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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