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Sep 29
Once again I woke
though
not sure if I'm awake,
my head aches
my legs ache
She says
take a cure-all
by that
She means
Panadol,

I take a minute to think
did I drink last night?
no!
that's right,
I was working til ten
got home,
bellyflopped onto the bed
dead to the world.

..and more of the same today.

..but not all doom and gloom
I left some room to swing the cat
( not a euphemism )
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Weeping willow
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