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Dec 2024
Perfect
My love was most diligent
She found me with a look
With all my faults laid bare
And I am certain there.

Only the wicked
Want the perfect
For then who would need
Another lovers care?
Written by
Ron
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     Strawblee, Peter Garrett, Mister Truth, dead poet and Ghost
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