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Mar 2023
I tried to grab her attention
but reached my destination
before her
and she?
she was stood there
unaware of me,

it's life
and sometimes it puts a knife in you
paints your day blue
and sometimes
it just goes on unaware of you,

Sunday's a pray day
a bit like a pay day
but no money goes
in
your account.

I
wonder who i am.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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