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Apr 2022
I expected a Wednesday and it was Wednesday,
coughing and spluttering, cursing, forgot
to put the butter in
the butter dish which shouldn't bother me
but it's Wednesday and everything does.

The flu' must love me though
it
doesn't seem to want to go.

I suppose it's time to plug in and power up
another cup of coffee should do the trick
and if that fails
I'll call in sick
and
it'll still be Wednesday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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