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Jan 2020
( the victorian promenade )

With our lines in the river
we'd sit there forever
waiting for a bite
and the tide would come in
it was then
that we'd strip and go
for a swim,
hot summer days
when on the banks of
the river we'd laze,
reading the Beano
or
sometimes the Dandy,

they came in quite handy
as
we seldom caught fish.
I was never sure if 'Ladies Walk' was the name of the signal box on the tracks which ran by the river or an invitation to the fairer ***, when you're ten it doesn't seem so important.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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