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Sep 2014
No flaming Sun,
why call it Sunday?
call it no Sun day
never mind it's no fun day
and tomorrow it's Monday,
another flaming
no fun day.

At this time of year when the weather goes pear shaped and queer
and the clouds all turn grey, it's very hard to find any fun in the day
and the night's even worse.
It gets dark very early and the light has to go on,
which is costing me money and
that's not flaming funny
either.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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