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May 2018
It might be seasonal, but
he's a professional
comes from the Arsenal
and
begs from us one and all.

I see him daily outside the Old Bailey,
asking for nuggets where wisdom is
short on supply,
the wigs do him justice,
but why?

In the evenings he's down at the ******
I wonder should I choose a
lifeskill like his?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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