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May 2019
Racing,
that's me
whizzing along on
the Jubilee
which
although it has
no rafters
is packed up to them.

The carriage floor
is sparkling clean
and i do mean clean,

but a few thousand will tred
( the feet of the dying and those already dead )
and that'll take the shine off.

Yip yap
old buzzard's got
a dog on his lap
looks cute
but
no mute.

Girl next to me and
she's wearing dungarees,
must be a farmers daughter.

Time's up
almost there and
about to tune out.

Seeya on the other side.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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