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Jan 16
I woke up full of what I thought was hope
but it was sleep in my eyes.

a Capital way to start any day.

We're all full of something though,
whether it's
*******
batshit or
a little bit of magic.

I suppose, not that I'm ready to suppose,
but dressed in work clothes it's the least I can do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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