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Feb 2015
The runt of the litter?
the floppy eared one?
just **** on the carpet
because you'll soon be gone..

It's a cruel thing to say, but today
nobody wants what's
not classed as perfection.
If the reflection they see isn't Gucci or
Revlon they're gone,
so are you.

Look on the bright side and
that is the right side, your good side,
your blind side or even your hind side
but look on the other side there's always
some sob story hogging your old glory.

We used to wrap chips in the papers
and the face of Churchill
often popped up in the grains of salt, vinegar faced,
didn't alter the taste though.

The runt of the litter?
don't be bitter
we all were that dog
at one time.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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