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Jul 2017
It was mid morning before it dawned on us
that we were late and what a fuss we made,

Slices of bread and marmalade
half brewed tea put the ***
in the shade.

We got there at the last knockings
when the tide was about to turn,
down went the fishing lines
up went the parasols
and we settled in
and we settled in
and not even a nibble
from
the tiddlers.

so we went for a swim,
last one in buys the sweets
someone shouted but we
never really heard.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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