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Feb 2019
It’s you alone I honor.
I admit I was a goner
the moment we locked eyes.
So, it comes as no surprise;
I’ve turned into a fawner.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
96
     --- and Em MacKenzie
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