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Shady

I see this shady bloke some nights

When I go down the pub

He rolls his ciggies small and tight

From tins of ready rubbed

 

He got it from a chap called Mike

Who drives a truck abroad

He’ll get you any brand you like

If you give him the nod

 

You see him sidle round the bar

With little shifty eyes

He’s got some movies in his car

No questions, tell no lies

 

He only buys a half of beer

And never wants to stay

He’ll sneak outside and disappear

In search of richer prey

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Hazel ettridge

Thu 5th Apr 2018 20:08

A lovely little snippet of life. Igniting the imagination.

<Deleted User> (18980)

Thu 5th Apr 2018 17:05

Trev - another good 'un

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