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May 29
Winding down now
got through it again and
please don't ask me how
but I did

got a glass and going to fill it
not to the brim
don't want to spill it

My feet ache
the
back row barracker
shouts
shut it
face ache

I'm not listening
but I'm
getting into the spirit

that's what the glass is for.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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