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Sep 2022
That was not the sound of distant drums
it was the four horsemen
clippety flamin' clop
and
they're getting nearer

how do you make them stop

and before you say it,
No,
Woah
does not work.

Friday, at last,
cast off the cares of the week
dress up, go out and
look chic,
be sleek
forget the drums.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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