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Apr 2023
Caw
Just a thought that whistled through,
like
a slow night train on its way to Crewe,
but
you don't find many vegan birds,  if any,  
do you?

the worm that never has a chance
hears in that great expanse of sky,
these chilling words,
die worms die,

that's why
they live
underground.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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