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Simon Watts (1946-1962)
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Threw large jokes to tiny pools,
 1
blagged through vacuums creased with laughter.
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Hid a.m. then bunked off school,
 3
potato pie from Bill the baker.
 4
 
 
Ladies undies, fingers hot,
 5
lush dept. not Mark or Spencer.
 6
 
 
Furtive raid on complaints box,
 7
smirked at note signed Mr. Percy.
 8
 
 
"Dear Sir, imagine my dismay,
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a hole in my silk lingerie."
 10
 
 
Perc returned, grabbed lapels
 11
"Little bastards go to hell."
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Arrived back home, sweating cobs,
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sucked cider lollies with Simon Watts.
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30 Aug 10


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