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Sep 2020
I remember when an *******
happened every day
gave me so much satisfaction
and many hours of play

then the frequency had dropped
with satisfaction being drab
and in fact it would have stopped
if it wasn't for the web

but now all that i see harden
are the calluses on my hands
from many hours in the garden
the satisfaction never ends
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
45
   Bogdan Dragos
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