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Apr 2022
I was like death warmed up but I still felt cold,
looked old, she told me to go home, I stayed
because that's how I was made, these days
they break a fingernail and it's a week off sick

in the old days even if you'd been decapitated
they'd have waited for a doctor's note
before believing you
anyway
it's the flu' and not covid
and I'm ******' livid
someone gave me their ******* germs
without asking my permission
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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