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Dec 2022
They can't believe it's not butter
and I can't believe it's not Friday
but
we're nearly there
we've
just got to hang on.

by we I mean me
you can do as you please.

More often than not
She'll stop me from falling
or failing,

She makes
most things plain sailing
it's still only Thursday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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