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Dec 2023
Funny how I can catch my breath when I can't catch a bus,

I caught a cold and that wasn't funny,
a *** of
tea with ginger and honey fixed it
it nearly fixed me too.

if there's a next time
there'll be no tea for me
it'll be fortified wine,

and if there's a time after that
there'll be time for that after.

For now
a bottle
of port,
caught my eye and
I'm still catching my breath.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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