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Mar 2022
This is not the gravy train
it's just Monday
and again
this is not the gravy train,

the roast beef and Yorkshire pud'
have gone,
maybe not for good,
but certainly until next weekend
comes along.

Two cups in and my pupils dilate
as if they're getting ready to give birth
to the coming of today.
I can hardly wait.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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