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Nov 2015
In the forenoon,
we waited 'til two o clock
until the ship berthed at the dock
and we waited some more.

At three o clock, we
waited 'til four
and the waiting was done then
men home from the sea.

Mum cooked a meat pie
sprinkled with tears not
a dry eye
in the house.

Dad brought home some brandy for
mum, he
brought us kids candy and
all was fine and dandy, the
day that his ship docked.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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