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Nov 11
It's still beating
and I'm tapping my feet in
time for a rest the change will
do me some good.

as I tire the neurons misfire
and I'm sure I heard
reach for the stars,
but
who's got arms that long?

So
it's a nightcap
not a flat cap
and with a mixer
that'll fix anything.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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