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Nov 2023
To be fair,
it always looks like
it's midnight out there
at this time of the year
and at this time of the day
on this day of the week,

I shrivel
due to the cold
and shriek,

Monday on the horizon
but I can't see it,

midnight's not a bad look
it seems to have what it takes

I'm still shrieking and shaking
thinking
Monday will be waking me soon.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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