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Mar 2022
There is little transparency,
apparently
the key to getting on is
duplicity,

it's
not for me,
two faces speak with two tongues,
which is something Cochise may have said,
but we can't ask him, he's dead.

Now is the summer of our rising rent,
and the malcontent and the discontent
who knows where the time went?
which is something Shakespeare may have said,
but we can't ask him either because he's dead.

there's a thread going on here,
and we are
the unwinding of the gear.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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