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Apr 2023
Well
butter me biscuits and call me a taxi,
I can't believe it's not Friday,

and
if I had my way
which
I sometimes do
I'd call you a taxi too.

But
the weekend goes fast
Saturday and Sunday do not
last
and at this time on this night
I am past caring,

wish it was Friday.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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