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Apr 2022
Her name was Mr's Tapper,
I called her Sugar Ray
and she worked for Mr Rothman
hand rolling cigarettes all day,

she told me
he was a tiny man
with a voice that filled the room
and all those ladies sat within
sensed some impending doom
as he counted up stray tobacco strands
with his nicotine and age stained hands.

Mr's Tapper left us
back in eighty-seven
no doubt she's rolling cigarettes
at Rothmans factory
somewhere in Heaven.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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