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Apr 5
Those were happier times,
when I was sleeping
apart from the nightmares
and the monsters
and the clock that alarmed me
and yet
the coffee that calmed me
sent me off racing to stand
somewhere facing a firing squad.

Perhaps looking before I leapt
might have kept me awake
and
allowed me to make more,
of those days.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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