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Ode to the Pork Pies of Fleetwood
A babe in a pram,
Wheeled down Lord street,
At the speed of a tram.
Mouth engrossed with jelly and swine,
Melting fine
Michelback’s prime.
My mum grew up on these pies,
I too.
As an infant into the 80’s,
pate mini pork treats,
from Grimes butchers.
I suppose it is what you grew up with,
Your tastes, your clutches.
Jelly, pastry, succulent meat,
which ...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 3:01 pm
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