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Apr 2023
Angels flew over the daffodils
I took the pills, but the doc, he
said take some
more,
and me, the dinosaur,
waiting for the light
saw only
a comet
and
I knew
we were ******.

Luck would have it
that ****'s just Shinola
and
I got over the shock of it.

Saturday and
all signs pointed that way
so
that is the way that I went.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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