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Jun 2020
On furtive land they stand
the look in his eyes became quite furtive
she thinks this is in hand
they spend a furtive day together
walking through the heather
and rolling in the sand
avoiding notice or attention
their secret meeting, band
They'd sneaked away to play
at sixteen its a start
but they sure' d take it to heart
so young but they just, don't want to be apart!
Young love simply rules the heart!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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