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Aug 2022
..and that one could be anyone
except for this one which isn't that one,

are you still unglueing your eyes?
get wise
sleep with them open.

it's about four thirty
daylight hasn't yet arrived
I'm hoping that it will.

The glum chum.

Friday's a mile away
today's only Tuesday
and
it's not even Christmas,
I want to cry.

Second cup syndrome.

another double espresso?
I know
not good for me,
but what's a shot anyway
if it's not yet Friday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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