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Mar 2016
...and so I slip him a quid
just to get rid of him,
him being beggar boy
on the richest street in Christendom,
but it's not him I'm rid of and it is I
who's the beggar,
poorer for all of my
wealth.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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