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Jan 2023
waking with a start,
the hammering of my heart
dreams just fall apart
when you wake up with a start.

Saturday
crawls in through the doorway,
an apology for its lethargy
it
looks like cro-magnon to me
but
maybe that's just me reflecting.

She,
dances in like Cinderella
I watch the show
and I'm allowed to do that
because
I'm her fella.
Enjoy the weekend.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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