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Oct 2023
This is Hot Dog City
****** it may be
but the heat from the oven
comforts me
and when it's cold out there
I swear
even chestnuts could light my fire,

set me alight with you
and
burn me
with your tongue of fire

**** it
I'm dreaming
while
Palestine's screaming
and Israel is hurting

I think
I'm caught in
a loop.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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