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Feb 27
The wheel spins
someone loses
the goldfish wins
a prize.

I was in luck
and caught a duck
but to be fair
it was going around
in circles and probably
needed rescuing anyway.

The ghost train
was running late
which made me feel
right at home.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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