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Apr 2022
Not but he's, but butties, chip butties, egg butties, cheese ham and spam butties,

they always taste to me of sometime back in sixty-three when I was seven, such a lucky lad to have such a marvellous dad who knew exactly how to do a buttie.

They call them common now
food for the working class
well
they can kiss my ***
they taste like the bread of heaven
to me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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