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Sep 2021
You'll get windmill soup if it goes around or scotch mist on toast if it don't, Mother had lots of sayings like this.

But we were all well fed
even so
you could have seen more fat on a greasy chip.

none of that processed muck,
we tucked into meat and potato pies
carrots and greens, boiled and steamed
it always seemed to me to be
Christmas.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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