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Sep 2023
Me time
my time
and about time
but more of that later.

The calendar tells me its Sunday
my mind tells me it's Friday
my body tells me it's creaking
just another week in my life.

Now it's time
or it was
thus
later becomes redundant
until later,


when later comes
when the sun's creeping off
I'll be off too
but not off the radar
only off to sleep.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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