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Mar 8
Dreamt of pins and needles and
woke up with pins and needles
so
I'm waving my arm about
this must be a sign about
something.

Aha
Friday this way
and that's what I like to see
signs that are in plain language
designed, I think, for me.

The budget as usual was crap
just when we think that we've won
they load us up with another ton
of *******
and we end up paying more
for it.

She,
tells me to keep calm
but I'm still waving my arm
and
not saying goodbye just yet.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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