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Sep 2023
jeezus it's not even Christmas,
but he already knew that.

The hands of the clock turn
( and I'm sure about this )
quicker than the candle burns,

moral:
you can't tell the time using candles.

sundials are a waste
you can't carry them on your wrist

so it's atomic,
accurate to within and
I'm not sure within what
but could be
within
a fleas jockstrap.

Happy Hour,
without alcohol?
my face drops as
the clock stops
and
all bets are off.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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