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Dec 2022
Got a cold
and it's still only Thursday,

ah
nothing's going my way
so I'll
stay where I am.

Outside
it's a flamin' skating rink
without the flames,

There's a cull going on
and unreported too
they're getting rid of oldies
that means
You,

You'll slip and break your bones
end up in those sheltered homes
and that'll be your lot.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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