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Jul 2019
She's filing her nails
I think she should file
them away
in a drawer!
at home.

Strange things I see
while I'm sitting here
on the Jubilee.

She's up to her elbows
God knows what'll happen
when she reaches her shoulder.

And the older I get
the more that I see
that I want to forget.

He looks a bit like Hopalong,
Cassidy breaking out into a song?
but he's silent.

Now
she's in at the compact
I wonder who she's trying
to attract.

There's a middle aged man
with a sun tan
wearing a prison shirt,
he could be on the run.

I haven't got time for this
but I don't want to miss
a moment.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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