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Sep 2013
I got a postcard from the street
"I miss how you put your feet to me"
But she was always such a cheat

A ******,
            A *****,
                          A tease

And I don't expect you to understand
But, my darling, once again
My feet need to meet with their old friend

I think it's time we made amends
Alexander Albrecht
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Alexander Albrecht  29/M/Minneapolis
(29/M/Minneapolis)   
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