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Jun 2022
Kilroy
wasn't here and he
most certainly wasn't
there,

too many heirs and graces and not enough
familiar faces, not even a wall to sit on or one
he could write on,
too many cops and so he's probably moved on,

but the landed were there, more airs than you could
shake an air freshener at.

I wasn't there
I heard it on the radio,
dialled it in on Radio 4
which I am told
is the last door
on my wavelength.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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