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Jul 2022
Sunday.

worship the hardships.

harvest the sweetcorn
slice up the parsnips
dice the meat
sit down to eat.

Do it joyously
do it religiously
do it on sunday because
there's no rest for the righteous.

throw out your scraps
for the mongrels and cats
that never stray far from home.

I say that I pray
but I just like to play
make believe.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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