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Sep 2018
love
with
her red umbrella
dangled in the air
like a red pinata
balanced herself
and
walked across
the
thin spaghetti tight-rope
with
her frighten soul
suspended in the air
upon
her
tiny tippy toes
high in the sky
like a slippery *****
unready for death
where
love at her best
is
a
different breed of cat
i
must say
with
her
nine lives to spare
but
still
she survived
Written by
Stu Harley
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