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Sep 2017
Mother nature turns her head
as Felicity floats her feline tred
whom will she give her fickle time
and wed her fleeting flirtatious rhyme
but just when she is in your grasp
she flings her bouquet in the mob
Fred
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Fred  32/M/The Netherlands
(32/M/The Netherlands)   
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