Granny would put two dots
of snuff on her left-hand thumb,
hankie ready in her right hand,
and with two rapid sniffs,
the brown dust disappeared,
inhaled, a satisfying fix
followed by a hefty nose blow.
In the years after World War Two,
when a generation had had enough,
people were entitled to enjoyment
and for Rachel, my Granny Millar,
it was two occasional dots of snuff.
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