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May 2023
That feeling
of waking up on Friday but knowing it's only Tuesday when it could have been a good day and you want to slip away into another cosy dream,
well
that's how it felt but not anymore
the Greenwich Pips have aged me an hour
and you can't wash away age with a
freezing; cold shower

but seriously,
who thought that Tuesday was a good idea?

closes door.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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