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11h
If only I'd believed it was butter
I wouldn't have to work today,

but we all know that belief gets in the way of disbelief
and disbelieving is the way that things are going,

I put the blame squarely on Google,
what could possibly be worse
than a multiverse in your own
backyard?

and now
I think it might be butter
but I still have to work
how is that right?

I surrender to the inevitable,
and become irritable
but am I not invincible?
She laughs and says,
you're incredible.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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