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Feb 2023
Two years in and Tuesday's beginning to go,
well
it went so slowly and felt like

felt like what?
no
just felt like,

like that stuff you put underneath carpets to muffle the sound of ****** and Tuesday has been ******.

It is still lurking
wondering
what we're not working on
when there are still a few hours left

and left is an anagram of felt


I feel a conspiracy theory and very near me too,

roll on Wednesday
which is like a roll on deodorant
but always lasts longer.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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