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Jun 2018
There is naught makes me quite as uneasy
as when socks and shoes start smelling cheesy.
I feel faint with a whiff,
but then soon I go stiff,
and I end up cross-eyed feeling queasy.
James Court
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James Court  30/M/Sydney
(30/M/Sydney)   
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