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Mar 2016
We met in the rain, wet, distraught,
too short a moment ot engage,
to wrapped up to become enraptured,
too uncomfortable for comforting.
The rain created our chance meeting,
then dampened our greetings.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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