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Apr 2018
How many foldings hold my name
Leave out who I am
Fold me and fold me
Till I can't be seen
Stored away in a drawer.

A fold is a crease
A link drawn
You foldedΒ me
So now I can't stand.
How many foldings hold my name
Leave out who I am.

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