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Apr 2015
He smelled of old cigars;
The kind that have been lit on back verandahs by men who have worked too hard and have lived too long.
His kiss tasted of pepper.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
(Australia)   
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   Jan Harak
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