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Oct 2019
When you cast your mind back
it's no surprise that you
trawl in some things that are
best left sunken.

Drunken days in Durham
and thinking Warren Mitchell
was a rabbit sat at home,

best leave well enough alone,
but
we heave to and get to the good bits
and fill our boots with the...and that's
another thing caught in the netting,

the betting's on the last one home buys
the beer.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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