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Nov 2023
Way back then
when the four horsemen were awesome
we feared them,
but now
they're old men and can barely ride mobility scooters,
the apocalypse is just a memory,
they became the
silhouettes drinking Sterno instead of Meths
the shortening of breaths
and the sickening sorrow that they play no
part in the dance of tomorrow,

The horses fare no better.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
95
   Ken Pepiton
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