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Sep 2011
Last nights phrases,

The points were impressive,

They stuck out like sore thumbs,

It helped push up a lot of my daises.





Large was the pawn I held,

It fell and broke into pieces.

I picked every part up

When it was fixed,

It was half missing!



I asked you for an hour, you gave me a quarter,

Full of your patter.

It did not matter.

I do love your chatter.



Searching for the inner matter,

I thought of your gift of never,

I certainly no longer felt clever.

However, I endevour to be your

Friend forever



We loved all weather

When we were together



Have you forgotten?

You can be really rotten
Sarah Jones
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