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The days are rolling on into more days the longer I go on and everything's becoming a blur, it's all so fast-paced.

A need to step aside, to get off this mad ride and take a long deep breath.

Monday and why not?
it was Monday last week so this is probably a repeat.

I'm not complaining,
really.

We're here now so,
are we there yet?
becomes redundant.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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