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Jun 2022
My Mr,

I am his Miss,

I like it when he gives me a kiss,

My Miss,

I am her Mr,

I like it when she is a giver,

We seem to be just divine,

Hopefulness is so entwined,

My Mr,

I am his Miss,

I like it when he picks up his dish,

My Miss,

I am her Mr,

I like it when I go and fish.
Written by
Mary-Joy  25/F/Mount Gambier, South Aust
(25/F/Mount Gambier, South Aust)   
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