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May 2022
They had one job
and
they put a *** in charge of it
and he wasn't worth the brass rubbings
off a two bob cartridge case.

before I forget which I'm sure I will,
***, I've forgotten
never mind.

There's no need to applaud,
oh! you didn't.

A bit random, She says,
a bit like my life and the days
that I live it, says me,

She nods and
I nod off,
sleep gets easier
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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