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Jun 2022
It's just a wave washing over me,
peculiar really
because I'm nowhere near the sea
and yet I have a cold,

snuffles
which is not my pet name
but is something that I have,
irritate me.

There's also an ache
as yet undefined
or
perhaps it's just a shadow
clouding my mind.

Coffee could be good
but that would mean
getting out of bed
and I'm not sure
that I want to do that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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