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Feb 2022
My dad said,
if I swallow the pips
an apple tree would grow
inside of me
and him
being tall, thin and wiry like a
pipe cleaner in a kitchen bin
never swallowed one.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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