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Apr 2018
Funny how one remembers the old way
which way back then was the way.

Mum
picked up her pay from a little side window at the infirmary
almost as if they didn't want anyone to see
it.

Sister stood by the old canalΒ wall watching the 'lady Fiona'
which by the way which was the way
sank.

Money in the bank?
it was enough of a struggle to
have money in your pocket
or in Granny's case
under the mattress.

never trusted banks
not since seeing
Mary Poppins.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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