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Dec 2022
I hear the rain and seriously hope that it's washing 2022 down the drain,
what a year this is, that was and not just because of Covid.

She says,
hold on tight my dear,
I
don't need telling twice.

Shops
and prices rise
quicker than me when I see the look in your eyes,

relative, but to what?
Einstein's got
some explaining to do,

Freud will have to wait.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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