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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
The Ballad of Mabel Jubb
Mabel Jubb was a mystic, a deep thinker
She read philosophy, was often miles away
Her house was stacked with learned tomes
That she cherished and revelled in every day
Poor Mabel she was full of good intentions
She signed petitions and gave to the poor
But the lockdown became too much for her
The coastguard found her clothes along the shore
She'd never married tha...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 11:34 am
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