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Aug 2023
...then came the lightning
and I don't need Mr Mercury
to tell me
that it's very very frightening,

roll on the rain
which is suspiciously absent
a bit like me really
and eerily so

aha
and here it comes
running down the windows
as if it's in a race

I press my face to the pane
and feel its pain once again
because we're all running
aren't we?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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