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Feb 2022
I got home dripping wit,
did I write wit?
I meant of course wet,
now I'm
stripping off my kat
oops I mean kit
and towelling dry.

jeez
whatΒ Β a day
what a way to carry on,
I thought the winter had gone
but no
it's still here,

and now I suppose
because I'm old
I'll catch a cold
and they'll all start
fussing around,

ah,
a silver lining to be found
in everything.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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