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Sep 28
Woke up feeling drunk
bouncing around
thinking Kerplunk,
it's a game,

but I never touched a drop
work wouldn't stop
so
I had to keep going
knowing that eventually
the chefs would see sense
and be still and
we all could leave.

jeez us and please let us rest,
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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