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Jun 10
Pitter patter
and what time you wake
doesn't matter
because you know that
it's raining,

June and Summer soon
not soon enough for me.

Sleeping late
or
just practising for the long one?

'I can't believe it's not better'
the wag at the back shouts,
it's butter,
you can't believe it's not butter
which is no better.

I'm already tired.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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