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May 29
I was tiptoeing through the tulips
until I realised that they were parsnips
and that put the cat amongst the pigeons.

another dream from the countryside.

The night train,
you get on and I get off
woke at one
went back to sleep
and slumbered on,

only the elderly slumber
hoping their number's not up
and that they'll wake up,

I usually do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   CJ Sutherland
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