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Apr 2022
It didn't feel like a Bank Holiday,
the sun shone.

I was in the park wearing a
sou'wester and with my
wellingtons on
wondering
where the rain had gone,

it didn't and never bodes well
when you can't tell the tale
of getting soaked wet through
by the hail and the rain.

it didn't feel like a Bank Holiday,
but what can one do?
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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