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Jan 2013
I became aware of my own solitude
a crestfallen fool,
there being no further care shown.
A pie dish that did not even rank a second thought,
cankerous I ought to think.
Maybe if I just snake around, then preen;
somebody get their just desserts.
Forget that, I was gooseberry to my best friend Marilyn
but alas the bloke was insincere,
it was a waste of her time.
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
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   Hilda and Timothy
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