Getting his own back. by John Edward Smallshaw

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Nov 2014

It's cold and it's damp
I
need a key to unlock the cramp in my knees,
my fingers are tingling.

I think that God is
singling me out
for
punishment.

Written by

John Edward Smallshaw 68/Here and now

(68/Here and now)

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