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Jun 2018
I met her picking apricots
from the wayside.
She said her name was Rita,
and she sang sweet songs
to mellow my heart,
where she went afterwards
was only told as a legend.
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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