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Mar 2022
Crayoning in the wrinkles on my skin,
please hold
this may take some time,

my chin,
no longer as smooth
as a babies behind,
every time I look
I find
another crease and
that's not really cricket
is it?
but *** it,
it's Friday
I'm doing it my way,

shame about the crayon
I only had a green one.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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