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Quarry Hill Flats
these days you order on line
vans implement your wishes
no cash shall change hands
for suds or tempting dishes
different when I was a lad
delivery boy on black bike
box of groceries out front
what immobile ladies like
up stone stairs and knock
"come in for a cup of tea!"
listening to old loneliness
smells of body odour, pee
dreaded old Mrs Granell...
Saturday 23rd January 2021 11:45 am
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