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Jan 2020
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Blame it on society or
the council housing policy,

my eyes meet only strangers
on the High street and the Broadway
who are doing it the only way they can.

The man who's on a mission
going fishin' or just drowning
in the goods they have on offer
at the local poundland superstore

More to draw on when they're starving
or when
carving out a better future
each man an artisan in
search of better times.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
65
   Weeping willow
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