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Jul 25
This is Summer?
I want a refund.

No sand, no sea,
nothing to do but to wait
and be
disappointed.

It's not like it's rocket science is it?
the seasons turn
and the sun comes out,
oh
maybe it's got a headache
in which case
I shall commiserate
and get drunk
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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