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Nov 2022
is it that time already?

that time became this time became that time again,
jeez, it's getting harder to keep up with the pace of things.

Is it time for a change
all change,
oil change?
why spoil it
don't change,

so the answer is
not yet
and if not yet becomes what then,
what then?

Tuesday feels like midnight
it must be seasonal affective,
a disorder to put with the others.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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