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Feb 2020
but, but there's nothing there, said,
my Teddy bear,
no jelly tots, no chocolate drops,
no candy bars, no blancmange,
no sandwiches, no cake,
it's all a ****** fake.

this is not a picnic
the tables are all bare
said
hungry
hungry Teddy bear,

then he looked me in the eye
gave me that glassy stare
just before the lights went out
and I became
the Teddy's fare.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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