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Aug 12
The kitchen was running a temperature
the chef was having a fit
I was in the bathroom
having a crafty
smoke,

what else?

naughty taught me
how not to get caught
but you
catch me every time.

What a day
work away
sweat away
get no pay,
oh
that's not true,
the compensation for my labour
does not make me blue.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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