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Sep 2014
Monday was *****
cried all night
ate eggs for breakfast.
Tuesday,
okay,
not much to say,
except it was *****.
Wednesday I signed on
dined on
sardines.
Thursday,
probation,
a line on damnation
it was *****.
Friday,
I think why stay,
look at what's passed.
Saturday at last
and the week has gone fast
but not fast enough.
Sunday to pray,
to get far away
perhaps
tomorrow will be better.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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