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Oct 2022
Eyelids droop
dropping
out of the loop
everything's
turning black.

But
tomorrow willing
I will be back,
where else would I be?

There's a show on the radio,
'archive on four'
I can listen
with my eyes closed.
( that must be my superpower )

Dreams of Krypton
moving on
a celestial plane.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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