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Aug 2019
The N is a long way from F
on a qwerty key board.

So, the title is not a misprint.

Hard to imagine it now,
but we grew up in a terrace
where borrowing was constant.

Cups of sugar, tea, half a loaf.

They say that eaten bread is
soon forgotten, I think not.

One never consciously looses
the memory of generosity.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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     shamamama and G Alan Johnson
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