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Jan 2019
slide down the hinged flap
peek inside -see brown
cheeks flush with pink

bite my smile,
and lose my frown

the mailman dropped
off my new 'toys' so now,
on- to my nuclear meltdown
grown up toys are delivered in plain brown wrap
:;)
Deborahlee
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Deborahlee  F/New Jersey
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