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Dec 2021
I used to sit until I ached
he said too he would take his time
And it's only by being a daisy
that you can leave the dance floor
Combing the sleep from your  hair

The Lovers are elated
yet you sell yourself so short
You look at him longingly
and never cross the line
as wide as the circumference
of the pond
on a Sunday afternoon
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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