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Oct 2017
Whether it was true or not that he was 'spitting feathers' he got an ice cold drink for free
I got tea
which is what I always got even when it was so ****** hot it could melt the 'lastic on my knickers.

I never spat feathers although I ate chicken dinners now and then
neither did I give a toss if it were beef or it were hoss'
and hoss' is an old cowpokes term, but dinner time's no time to rhyme it's time to wash off morning grime, sit down and tuck in time, learn to **** in your belly time to make some room for pudding.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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