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At the local butchers aged 10 & 3/4
Mr Brown, the butcher, was sawing through a large beef bone.
Hard white bone chips and sinew flew up and out,
hitting the underneath of the curved glass screen,
it sounded like the machine gun noise I heard
when watching the Daffy Duck cartoons
at the Odean’s Saturday morning pictures.
As he strained to cut,
the large muscle at the top of his arm bulged.
I’ll have musc...
Thursday 26th January 2023 12:49 pm
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