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Sep 2017
i


roger the goalkeeper
me and jennifer
strange triangle
we were..

we would get her stripped
to the vest..
and he run off and
play football..

******* had a dimple..
but i never gave her
a packet of crisps ..
my heart in bits..

ii

lily just dashed in
spread her sweet loving
made some delicate sign
drowned and was reborn
screamed the place down..
she says she forgot the thing
what was it ah..the wine..
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Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
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