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Apr 2013
Happy days are fun thing
To come upon.
They don't come as often
As they used to,
But they're still an acquaintance,
And will occasionally stop by
For tea with and old friend,
Or out for a drink with an
Old neighbor and lover.

But that was yesterday,
And now they're gone again.
Written by
Kevin D
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