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Oct 2022
like dandruff on my curly hair
or autumn leaves blowing in the air
as lint on my red low-cut sweater
what's all the buzz about some fuzz
all it does is leave my hazel eyes
wetter than last year

Shake him off
like a cold
this is growing old
like sleep
awake to he's a creep!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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