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Apr 2015
To get up from the chair without rocking would help said she.
Stiff as a board.
Rigid physically.
Not rigid mentally.
Flexible, being indignant.
Age in pursuance rapidly.
So tight chested, she can't run away.
Catch me if you can says she.
Of course I will says he.
You have no choice.
No way on the planet will you ever beat me.
For he is age.
(c)Livvi
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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