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Aug 2021
Ken went off to a barbe' with his Barbie
and I'm sat here playing Derby to my Joan,
must not moan
I must not moan
I'm having the time of my
must not moan,
beef on the bone
chicken
prawns
sweetcorn and
you haven't been born
until you've tasted barbecued sweetcorn,

but
I'm having the time of my
Joan just fell asleep.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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