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Feb 2021
From the way that she looks to the way
that she walks
and how she uncorks a bottle of fizz,
it makes me
suspicious and though her lips look
deliciously perched as they are
on a face
I'm aware is far beyond the word fond,
I shall give Ms a miss and rely on my
ignorance which we all know is bliss
to dream on.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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