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November 22, 2013 / Sez

#100poems Seventy Six: Bus stop conversation overheard.

You know what I’ve not had in years
Rabbit pie!
Ooh aye!
I used to love a bit o rabbit pie!

That one stall on’t market. D’you remember.
You could get em cheaper there than anywhere
And they were bigger too!
What. Davisons?
Ooh no. I couldn’t do it, me.
Not Davisons!
Gi’oer! Thaart goin’ soft
Neow! Worra mean…

Right next t’t pet shop…

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