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Dec 2015
I remember, you wore the pink
slip that drove me into the red.
Things seemed insurmountable, but
you were not inconsolable -- white
lies helped. Later, like this,
we were tickled pink.
Although, elsewhere, thousands died.
(c) 2015
Norman dePlume
Written by
Norman dePlume  Brooklyn NY
(Brooklyn NY)   
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