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Jan 2019
Trimming the hem, watch the fabric fall,
Come one, come all,
Dress you up like a doll.
Come find something to wear,
Or just stop and stare
How sweet of you to care,
How brave of you to dare,
To call yourself my jailor.
Trimming at night,
My scissors take flight,
You're looking at the talented tailor.
Potahtto
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Potahtto  15/F/Lost
(15/F/Lost)   
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   Fawn and Perry
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