Holborn bus stop by John Edward Smallshaw

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Sep 2015

There's a woodpecker pecking in my head at night,
peck
pecking away,
I think he pecks
to peck away
the remnants of my
every yesterday.

Written by

John Edward Smallshaw 69/Here and now

(69/Here and now)

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