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7d
I found a little dull marble,
an unremarkable nothing,
Belonged to given reasons
It was once a something.
I kept it safe in back pocket
for someone's sweet locket.
Vibrations, slammed lockers
and a sweet girl of a looker.
Down in gown's fleecing
bee sting's that's piercing.
David Knight
Written by
David Knight  M/Australia
(M/Australia)   
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     Liana and Emma
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