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not so dandy, as I was, don’t you know ..
he sat in the corner,
struggling
to swallow his cappuccino,
whilst doubtless pretending
to concentrate
on his newspaper,
heartily wishing he
was eight or nine again,
and reading the latest edition
of the beano ..
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