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Apr 2022
Monday passes through me like a dose of Epsom Salts.

underneath the duvet wishing Monday would go away
but the keeper of the calenders tells me it will stay

and the day began or begun?

I had coffee and a Barm cake or perhaps it was a Barnsley Bun
still wondering if it was began or could it have been begun?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Weeping willow
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