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Jul 2020
I have to confess
I ain’t sleeping too well
Maybe its best that
I leave for a spell
I won’t tell you
I’m just as blind,
Just as lost as
You are kind
Worth the cost
And when we meet
you can start at my feet.
BSween
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BSween
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   D Allaire
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