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Apr 2016
To her son, who came in tears, mother told: "Do not complain;
Those are tiny little scratches, you will soon be right as rain".
But foretold me later Gypsy: "Don't search for love in vain,
In this field for you, poor fellow, cards are showing no gain".
Written by
PrinceAlexander
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