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Feb 2016
Second contact and down to the brass tacks,
the nuts and the bolts
good looking
no faults
as far as I know.

She scrutinises too,
looking at you know who
and who could blame her?

We agree on a next time,
I say,
at your place?
she says,
at mine.

Our first disagreement,
I relent
and say,
okay
at mine.

She wins this time.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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