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Jul 2018
The sausages looked so serene
sandwiched between
two slices of bread,
I led them to the breakfast plate
said grace and ate
heartily,

if there's a sausage heaven
I hope that they'll forgive me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Mike Adam and Adam Latham
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