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Feb 4
The shipping forecast
me
at half mast
sailing into port.

Behave,
it's Tuesday and
not a day I'd choose day
but beggars can't be
choosers
some are not even losers,
only lost.

I wonder what wonders of the modern age
will fill me full of rage today,
the best?
the greatest?
the latest in a long line?
seems funny to me that the greatest thing since sliced bread
is bread that isn't sliced.

Crepes and a vape, but
carrots and such are all the same shape
regulation size and win a prize for trying.

fifteen minutes of my life I'll never see again
I leave them all to you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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