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Apr 2017
It was like seeing Schwarzenegger,
but a bigger version in an ill fitting suit.

I only wanted cough drops for a ticklish throat
she said,
get your coat we're going out for a bite to eat.

The waiter and that's who looked like Schwarzenegger
took our orders
as if we generals and he was on parade.

After the meal I tipped him
told him
to get a better tailor,
the man who looked like Schwarzenegger
wasn't impressed
but he was in a suit that wasn't pressed
so
neither was I.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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