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Aug 2023
Seems to be always Siesta or mañana
or sometimes a fiesta
when does the work get done?

never
under the eyes of a blistering sun
is the answer.

There are no more mad dogs
nor Englishmen,
no fe, fi, fo, fum,
but there is the sun and
even giants who no longer
smell blood
have fun.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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