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Aug 2020
No skills, just a passion for notability
They'd hang you from the nearest tree,
just to make a pretty penny
Lovable, but off in a flash
Could talk the knickers off the tightest of gowns
Sorry, was that my call, must dash
You know this fellow as they often once appear
A charmer, a lover, a chancer
And always leaves the girl in tears
John Bartholomew
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John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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