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Sep 9
Looking back at it
wasn't the filofax
the biggest load of ****
and
those
toffee noses with
pencils
coming out of their arses
scribbling away
as if their day was more important
than mine,

but what was mine?

scratching a living
and
not giving a toss,

the filofax fad when it passed
was no great loss
and now
there are more homes in mobile phones
than people in houses
nothing changes when nothing changes

it all looks like the same old ****.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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