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Jan 2017
Glistening eyes met my gaze
From across the murky moore.
I thought it to be just a phase
But it ate at my core

Glistening eyes watched me dance
On the gravel by the water
Smiling like I'm in a trance
But as I begin to totter..

He yells a name
And a girl comes to my aid
She tells me she is his Dame
And for that show...I should've been paid
Rosy Smith
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