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Sep 2013
Saturday would fly in
when it's a day for a lie in,
it's like a witch on a broomstick
casting spells, and I feel sick.

I wake with a coffee and cigarette
my eyes open but I can't see a thing,
can't somebody take me to a day that would make me feel happy and gay?
and not
I repeat
not
make it a day like a Saturday.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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