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Apr 2020
in a bottle. So, when I needed
a wish I could rub you, and magically
you could be my dish.

I wish I could put you
in a pill. So, when I was ill
I could swallow you whole. I’d be
good as gold.

I wish I could put you
in a suitcase and pack you up, So,
I could take you with me anywhere I
go. But it might be hard to breathe
underneath all my clothes.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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