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The big issue man on Exmouth Market

Just one big issue left to sell And draped in his red uniform He timidly walks into this East London restaurant Eastern promises of western life Have brought him here. Promises not for him, but for the son of his wife. Head bowed and hand to heart He tells of his experience: Two years selling big issue Two years in London No passport but a laminated card showing his identity. No kitchen experience but a very good dish washer at home. I hear the front of house staff discuss him with the head chef Sun or snow, they say, he’s out there selling. He assures the chef he never misses a day, always hard working. 11am tomorrow. Don’t be late. As he packs up his red uniform and puts his last big issue under his arm, He leaves with a beaming smile. This eastern man has found his right step and turns left, west on exmouth market.
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ciankennedy
27 / M / London
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ciankennedy
27 / M / London
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Jun 18, 2019
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