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6d
I Watch as the day untangles from the night, and there's a slight chance of rain. The radio squawks, so now I ask: is not watching and listening multitasking? if so then I bask in your applause,

can't find my socks
which rocks me to the core
I cry as I crawl around the bedroom floor
but eventually, I spot them
consequently,
got them
now wondering
what all the fuss was for.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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