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Oct 2023
I changed my way of thinking
and my way of thinking
then changed me,

they
said,
better late than never
because
they,
as we all know, are stupendously clever.

I
don't think the sky's any bluer
or the grass any greener
but when you've been a
head down eyes on the ground
walking the streets, sort of chap
it's hard to notice things like that.

The point is,
it's the bottom rung
about which,
songs are sung
but we can't stay there forever.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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