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Apr 2017
Slipping through dry leaves
you teased me with your forked tongue
not so young
a whole lot  more
older and wiser but no advisor
to deny the hiss as you slid through
holes
and let it come
so much a *****
cleaner and greener but not meaner
to stop future slime slithering here
leaving
skins
at my door.
Joy Ceye
Written by
Joy Ceye  50/F/South of England
(50/F/South of England)   
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