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Sep 2015
He played his air on a g-string, mine.
I rapidly moved away.
His teeth remained attached.
hereby  to aforementioned string.

I played mine on an e-string...
Two of us together made our heir, on missing teeth and broken strings.
Just doing our string things.

EGBDF
Slaves to staves.
Cleft palettes.
Catgut and nylons,
No, not stockings.
(c)Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   Cecil Miller
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