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Aug 2023
In me sound
echoes around,
empty vessels
and all of that,

and I am used to it
when someone hits
reverberate
sometimes I cannot wait
and get to it myself.

and when I'm home
I moan and groan
ghosts do that
or don't you know?

Autumn will take
the bough will break
and the council will make
a charge for dragging it away.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Ken Pepiton
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