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Apr 2021
That's it.
tomorrow
I'm taking the ******* umbrella
and if she says owt
I'm just gonna tell 'er,
the weather forecast is broken.

this morning
oh! how they spoke of sunny skies
I reckon they must have **** in their eyes,

I got soaked in a shower of rain,
never again,
tomorrow it's the ******* umbrella for me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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