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Dec 2023
I walked into Sunday night almost blindly, almost as if I was walking into the light.

Monday awaits the wakeful
and as near to dreadful as a
penny comic.

I'm being stoic about it
and I will wake and get through it
all it takes is a little patience.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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