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Oct 2014
The quintessentially British chap, in bow tie at
the table
with a napkin on his lap.
Will ring the bell for tea,
Darjeeling,
preferably.
And with a taste of the empire on his lips,
as he slowly sips the
golden brew,
he wonders
who he can *****
over today.
Ouch.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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