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Jun 2012
So long sucker
she called out
but the guy had

gone long before
her words would
have reached him

but still she had
to try each punter
who came by and

she hoped would
hire her for the
quickie which kept

her fed and watered
and the roof over
her head and she

was reminded of
that young guy she
once stopped in the

city by the bridge
and asked Have you
got the time kid?

and the kid looked
at his watch and said
It’s quarter past two

and looked at her so
innocently his hand
on his coat sleeve

the watch on his
wrist so cheap a
thing bought from

some street schmuck
and all she asked
was a simple question

in a roundabout way
do you want to ****?
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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