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Aug 2022
Wednesday and that's the way the cookie crumbles,

the young me rises gracefully
but he
falls out of bed
stumbles to the bathroom
mumbles something to the mirror
about how we'll never meet again,

the cookie crumbles that way too and
the young me never knew it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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