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May 2016
Perhaps my dear, it really is you,
with those beautiful eyes, of startling blue,
and if that's the truth, then this is the end,
there's no more room, to make rules bend
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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