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Nov 2015
He shambles along picking the scabs off the street,
meet
the pauper
likes
Cyndi Lauper
and listens on an antiquated walkman
and he walks the talk man.

I met him in Stepney
a proper old Cockney
he asked me for cigarettes
I gave him
a quid.

Some say,
better to be rid of them and
by them they mean the poor men,
but if we did that who then
would pick the scabs off the street?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  64/Here and now
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