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Jan 28
I asked them for Tramadol
they gave me some Panadol

you don't always get what you want.

but I subdivide while waiting for the pain,
to subside and now there are more of me
than ever.

anyway
the doctor said,
can you *** in a cup
and I replied,
yes I suppose so
but I usually use the
toilet.

The bell will ring soon
either for playtime
or praytime
I wonder which one it
will be.

The doctor's still laughing
the patients are waiting
they'll need some more staff in
to manage the queue.

It's Sunday
the sky's looking bloodshot,
someone took a potshot?
or perhaps it could be
my eyes.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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