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Dec 2022
Can you win the Christmas you've dreamed of?
hmm, if so
when did they make that legal
ha,
only blowing smoke from the laughter tree
I dream certificate 15 or
the board of censors would penalise me.

The after effects of Covid

7pm and I'm ready for bed
my tongue tastes like sawdust
my feet feel like lead,
it's shameful and
even poor Teddy is burying his head.

ha again,
in two weeks it's Crimbo
watch me go then.

It's all relative
says Einstein
****** on the
gluhwein

I'm saving myself for mince pies.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     sofolo and Mogheer K Barghuthy
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