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Jul 2016
There is no 'Skippy'
no more kangaroo
it was traded as bush meat
so you kids
could eat.

'Flipper got put in cans
sans flippers,
tasted like fresh
kippers,
they tell me.

TV's responsible for
killing our dreams.

but I still see them when I sleep
'Clarence the cross eyed lion'
is there to keep
me company

another safari
one more
'Daktari'

I'm on a different page
'Lady Penelope and
Parker
are all the rage

watching 'Thunderbirds'
seeing Gilligans isle
while Popeye and olive
give me a smile
and I know it's for me


It's on the TV.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Olivia Kent
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