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Feb 2022
..and so.
I told them that I stuck a pen in Spiro and they thought that I meant the former vice president when I actually meant the graph thing that produced hypotrochoids although to me they were just patterns.

well
when you tell some that the Sun will eventually burn out
and life as we know it will die out they'll look to the state for a handout and that as we know will never happen or 'appen it will when pigs fly.

Grateful that the weekend is approaching
this week has really done my head in,
I have a need to recuperate,
cancel that and write inebriate
because
early summer is a latecomer
and I'm really fed up with the waiting
someone should get the drinks in
and that someone is probably me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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