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Mar 2023
The days seem to be or
at least they do to me,
longer,
my
temper becomes shorter,
attention span is not wide enough
to bridge the gap between my ears
and
even the radio is getting on my ****,

they'll say,
he's losing it,
falling to pieces, dropping to bits,

and they get on my **** too.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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