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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Nov 2023
The things we forget
Midnight at Midday is not the way I thought this would go
it's like going home in the Twilight Zone
****** wet through and chilled to the bone,
you;ll catch your death my dad used to say
but even death had died this wintery day
there'll be no
going out
playing out
staying out
for me,
only passing out
on the easy chair
with her
beside me.,
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)
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