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May 2
Thinking
it was armageddon
then finding
it was only lightening
and the thunder was just thunder
not the World being split asunder

what a way to start a Thursday.

disappointment one
but
She says,
what the hell are you on?
well
it ain't a slow boat to China.

May is that time of the month compressed into a day and the day lasts a month and there's nothing one can say except perhaps it was rain stopped the play.

I'm glad it wasn't armageddon because I slept the night with no pyjamas on,
that would have been embarrassing.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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