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Feb 2018
Whenever my mother went out
There was a place I knew about
Not far away up the stairs
Behind white painted bars
Along a dark and narrow hall
Came to a locked bedroom door.
Took the silver chiselled key
Turned it gently as could be
Lest I be heard
Intrepidย invader of secret worldโ€™s.



Love Mary x
Written by
Mary Gay Kearns  67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
(67/F/Hertfordshire , UK)   
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