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Sep 2023
My wits are being sharpened by the knives in my back
everything I see is in black and white

there is room to manoeuvre
but the groom's getting nervous
I hand him two ******
he thanked me for my service

Look at the time
but by the time I had looked
it had changed

it's no different
it's just the way it appears.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Weeping willow
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