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Dec 2023
We abandoned Christmas
in favour of Gift mass,
this was foretold and
did come to pass.

I once passed
wind
by,
er,
no
I once passed go
but the bank was shut
the teller who was outside
told me that on the inside,
it was utter chaos,

the mortgage foreclosed on
nowhere to go, son
we'd better find a stable
for the night.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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