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Oct 2022
It woz
that horrible pub grub
wot done it
I said to his worship

nowt wrong with pie and chips
he replied,

the barrister eyed me
I thought I'd go
scot-free,
but it wasn't to be,

you must pay for the food
to not do so
would be awfully rude

case proved
take the prisoner down
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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