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Sep 2023
They don't say
'can you put it on the slate'
anymore
because that form of trust
has gone bust,

if today you can't pay
you don't get.

Renee ran the chip shop
and I dated her daughter
but then they went to
Australia
and because I was eight
I cried,

Thursday
tastes like salt and vinegar
and now I can't remember her name
so
did I truly miss her?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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