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Jun 30
I don’t think I can take it anymore”,
she cried.

Where would you take it anyway, if you still could”, I asked

What do you mean…I don’t get it?”she said

Never mind”, I replied

You cant take anything anywhere if at first you didn’t get it”.
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
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