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Nov 2023
The days are getting shorter but the hours remain the same,
that's either insane or a great trick.

I'm already sick of it though
wish the dark nights would just
go,
so
bring me the Sun with my coffee,
or just *** off and leave me alone.

I go to bed dressed like Scott of the Antarctic,
what a ***** I must look.

Winter they say is what you make of it
I have the pig's ear but I'm baking it
there's
no need for a silk purse when you ain't
got the money

still dark.
.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   G Alan Johnson and Elea Jane
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