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Jan 2023
When the gas dropped out of the boiler
leaving my living space a whole lot colder,
I got hot and bothered.

Friday and now it's easy to chill and
getting easier the colder it gets,

they'll come to fix it eventually
I mean
this isn't the eighteenth century,
but it feels like the ice age to me.

one degree above and
as my blood turns back into liquid
which is something I usually stick with
my body starts moving again.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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