Chip Shop

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The scent of greased up potatoes,

And battered fish pieces,

All tossed into a package

By a metal shovel.

A warm, lit up corner of the world,

The signs up on the wall,

Also lit up by a dull bulb,

Recommending long sausages, fish cakes, and warm crust pies,

The usual expectations of such a place.

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A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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