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Aug 30
It's not Christmas but it's Saturday
which goes some way toward lifting my spirits,

At the moment which is now at that moment, I was trying to lift my legs out of bed and onto the floor, Coffee in case you were wondering is percolating or will be as soon as I can see through these tired eyes.

This is my morning ritual which doesn't involve a blood sacrifice,
open eyes,
look around
check that I'm all there
and
energise.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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