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Nov 2019
I stay on the top
and spread out. I will not
mix into what’s there. Why blend
in? To get lost and disappear. Some

call me greasy, Some, slick. I come
out fast. And pour on thick. If you
try to dress me with others
I’ll separate. Some say I’m crude –
I think I’m great!
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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       rose hopkins, Lamar Cole, --- and RonliSong
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