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Sep 2023
Good
and that's good enough for a Friday fright,
oops
night,

it's me that looks a fright
with my eyes bloodshot
you say
too much gut-rot
I say
I don't drink a lot
but
I work and it's work that does it.

relax, breathe in and pour myself a coffee
and make believe it's gin,
let the weekend begin.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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