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Nov 9
Nobody is there to tell you that nobody is here and yet we keep on looking,
consigned to the back of a queue where you become see-through and nobody sees you,

dismal and distressing when pressing send and it doesn't go but there's nobody here so nobody will know except for you,

everything is a trial and the error is a sponsored add-on
you try to get on and be judged but the verdict as predicted
goes against you and you're still see-through at the back of an even longer queue and then you think
I must be something in the Grand Scheme
or maybe in the Grand Bazaar
but so far
still looking.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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