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May 2022
I haven't heard the owls for aeons
and if you're wondering,
aeons are years, very long ones.

No hooting or tooting
or booting up ******,
ha
well this piece hit rock bottom
before I could say,
Jack Robinson.

glad I ain't heard the owls though.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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