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Jun 29
another kook.

thinks I'm so clever
until I spot the odd socks
which are only odd when not paired up
hmm
an analogy to the single life,

see
think's I'm a
clever little canary
but
I'll end up down the pits
smelling gas.

Saturday
and there's no rocket
can't be science then
it
must be Sunny.

Scary thoughts.
( bedtime in Bedlam)

when they switch the machine off
and my lights go out
I'll still be able to see you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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