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Oct 2022
God didn't put a spell on me
I didn't go to hell and he
must be on holiday.

Sunday
the living room
has no room
and neither
has the inn,

I'm dying to put my feet up
and living for the moment I do

there's nothing like a Sunday
except for Sunday when it's
Monday and you're
looking through the rearview,

wondering
what
comes next.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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