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Mar 2023
Awake now
and it's really too early for Thursday to strike me,

if, like me, you prefer the day to stroll in casually,
to reach up gently and whisper your dreams away,
raise your hand now.

It feels like they doubled up on a day or two and then
pretended that February was a short month,
it feels like it lasted longer than it did or did it last even
longer?
I can't remember.
anyway
it's still far too early even though it's later than it was.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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   Imran Islam
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