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Mar 2022
It's later than it used to be and it used to be quite early,

up now and ready for the hurly-burly and bustle of the day,
which reminds me, bustles aren't what they used to be either.

In fact, nothing's like it used to be
not you, not me,
not the time of our lives,
even being free is not what it used to be,

nothing
except for Friday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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