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Feb 2022
When you knock your funny bone
it's not funny, which is funny
don't you think?

I'm trying not to cry
it's so early
even the worms
have yet to get up,

birds look at each other in surprise
but it's not even five,
what do they expect,
table service?

One more mind numbing
then Friday's coming
and I'm going
into the weekend
with a smile.

There is a serious side
usually the inside,
when on the outside is
just a crazy car crash ride
into a brick wall,
but
Kilroy
got there first.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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