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Psycho-babble, doggy paddle
They tell me that my sandwiches are,
’hand-crafted’,
a pointless phrase,
written,
by a box designer,
image re-definer,
ad-man.
‘Made by hand’, would do for me.
Not
‘hand-crafted’,
(which means someone grafted, to learn the apprenticed skills, to do a trade,
made in centuries to perfection),
but a sarnie,
put on bread,
by a plastic gloved,
...Tuesday 3rd May 2016 12:41 pm
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