Last time we hit the streets, we pulled out all the stops
Catering for the masses, at a time of crisis,
Older victims of the blitz, from small beginnings.
A Postcode lottery?
The butcher the baker and the proverbial candlestick, no longer exists
Stopped…create something new
Something to look forward to.
We can and should all do.
Apple sauce, baked potato, difference to lives
something ironic ,with gas prices so high.
I don’t care for them, but I do like a bit of fish,
Feast for a king.
I love my mother
When did she die again?
Was it Saturday or Sunday?
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