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Jan 2024
I left the post office full of hope
that the numbers I had picked would all come up
and I could cope with the millions I'd win

but
nothing
not a sausage or a bean
the numbers I'd picked couldn't be seen,

the moral here is:
don't count your cookies
they've all been nicked,

I should have picked
different numbers.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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