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May 2016
I'd pull her in close, for a passionate kiss,
and hold the hand of the girl, I don't want to miss,
tell her how the poems were all about her,
and that's she's far more beautiful, than the stars ever were,
but I don't deserve, any more than glance,
and with a girl like her, I've not got a chance.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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