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Jun 2022
Washed out blue with streaks of grey
no
it's not me
it's Saturday,
but it's just got out of bed
and no wonder it looks so rough
it must be tough when you have to
be
the one that everyone wants to see.

The mirror needs ironing
it's full of wrinkles.
that's a thought brought to you
from the bathroom.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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