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Apr 2023
Made it,
phew,
to Wednesday
woohoo
it'll be Friday
before I know it.

Anyway,
the radio's on
and I don't mean
on dope,
I hope not
anyway.

My mind's doing a
'Connect Four'
filtering out the
bad moves
before I go out
of the door,
done?
and she says,
you should be
but I smell the coffee
while she smells the
roses.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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