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Feb 2023
Oh Lord,
it is dull,
dull, dull and
someone says
pull yourself together
as if I'm a windcheater
and it's cold.

early to bed
and early to rise
ha
every cloud has
a glass of wine in
or something like that,

some gal said,
you're like my grandfather,
****
unfriended
for negativity.

I am
longevity
and will be
after my beauty sleep

I'm at that ripe old age
when I should have fallen
from the tree
long ago
now
I'm just fermenting.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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