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Jan 23
I was picking pickled onions
which only became pickled
after I picked them then
pickled them
before then
they were just boring.

it's hard work on the land
breathtakingly backbreaking.
but worth taking the job to
be in the great outdoors.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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