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Apr 2022
the landlady has a baby and it's been crying for hours, the shower's on the blink, the off-license is closed so I can't get a drink, there's sand on the floor and more sand in my shoes, can't use the hoover because it's already being used,

the tide's on the turn, it's a quarter to three
and yet they all seem to love this place
all except me,

a ****** misery.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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