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Dec 2016
My wife wears the sandals.
I never could. Must wear socks.
She says, No socks with sandals.
It's just not done! Sorry, don't
see myself with scented candles,
wispy beard smoking ***.
No disregards, it's just not my lot.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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