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my grandfather from liverpool and my father too sat in the kitchen and discussed nothing  new tired from a long day on the busses he fell into a trouble slumber in his arm chair he thrashed and fussed we his family would quietly gather cries of protest and stifled incredulity cut the warm air the great grandfather ticked.. (before television or we listened to arther askey) he was a proud man with right of way.. he told the boss to f himself if he were n´t a gentleman.. what he would make of this world today.. so,he went through his day and we tried not to laugh the man who earned his wage tired of this ******** i guffawed and he woke he fixed us with his pale beautiful eyes.. and later the next morning in  the lovely little back garden in the hushed roar he said we would be friends..
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
my grandfather from liverpool
my grandfather from liverpool and my father too sat in the kitchen and discussed nothing  new tired from a long day on the busses he fell into a trouble slumber in his arm chair he thrashed and fussed we his family would quietly gather cries of protest and stifled incredulity cut the warm air the great grandfather ticked.. (before television or we listened to arther askey) he was a proud man with right of way.. he told the boss to f himself if he were n´t a gentleman.. what he would make of this world today.. so,he went through his day and we tried not to laugh the man who earned his wage tired of this ******** i guffawed and he woke he fixed us with his pale beautiful eyes.. and later the next morning in  the lovely little back garden in the hushed roar he said we would be friends..
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
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