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Sep 2023
I can never be sure that Tuesday has my best interests at heart
for instance:
it wakes me when it's still dark and
what good is that to me who's as blind as a bat?

it doesn't seem to care if I wear red socks with a green checked shirt and that's going to hurt if you're someone who thinks that combination would be a good match,

I digress
but Tuesday impresses upon me the need for anti-depressants inside me, have you even noticed that it's already not Friday when it's not Friday?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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