Pattie and Chips and a Can of Coke
 

There's been

another stabbing.

 

This time

at the posh

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end of

the street,

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behind the burnt

out portakabin.

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Luckily he

pulled through,

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but only just.

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Unlike the other

poor bugger

 

who breathed his last

into the gutter

 

outside In Cod We Trust.

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