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Jan 7
We’ve come to
The end of
Your rainbow,
We gave it a go.
Loving you
Was really true
When
Weirdly
A *****
You grew,
It kept on
growing like
Pinocchio nose
I thought
we were in the
Rocky horror show.
What the duck
I do not know
All I could do
Is watch it grow.
This ***** did
A coloured life
When I married her
I do think she was
My wife.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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     --- and Rick
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