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taste moves on quickly
I remember how the café
used to be, the steamed up windows, the grease, and the cups of tea, the tables filled with
ashtrays and elbows and newspapers, cutlery and brown sauce! she says, slapping his face, I'll have the steak and kidney ..
Published 10th May 2021
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11th May 2021 00:10am
Though your poetry does the café justice visually, I do hope you have literal photos of that place. I am telling you it would make a great coffee table book. Solid conversation piece containing history.
11th May 2021 00:30am
borough high street, five or six years ago; the photos are mostly of my wiife
11th May 2021 00:58am
