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Jan 2019
They were drinking white wine or spritzers
I was at the pictures
watching a rerun of a rerun of an old one,
which I hadn't seen before
but for half a crown I expected more,

they had the right idea
the right place but the wrong year
and somewhere near a cat was wailing,
not a cool cat
just some alley cat.

It was the eighties, Berlin,.
the falling of the wall
when the East came to call
on the West,

they drank Schnapps
I was looking for the traps
which I was sure they had laid.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Bea Autumn
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