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1d
Met a woman
She’s eighty two
She wanted ***
I hadn’t a clue.
I said look
Thats  fine
By me
Can you
Hurry up,
Because
Next week
I turn
One hundred
And three.
I enjoyed it
I do confess,
I didn’t think
I could make
That much mess.
I think this woman
Took advantage of me
Who cares
I died
happy
103.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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