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Aug 2014
At a loose end
when all I need is for
someone to send me an
invitation,
Even a summons to the court would do
oh
if only you knew how this lonely life creaks through the
days and the weeks
and nobody calls me.

I always set a place for two,
wondering when and if or who will come
and sit for some tea.but
usually it's me
no one comes
I eat all the buns,drink all the tea and
how very lonely life can be.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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