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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Nov 9
Seams like Saturdays
You were relaxing
until the count came in
and now you're screaming.
Hand in the jar and you fumble
the cookies crumble
and so you tumble
but will you rise?
(This work never ends
not even for weekends)
that was a bit random
for a man on
a mission,
but at the moment
it's too dark to see
if it's all good or just a
bag of tricks.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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