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Mar 25
Like your dinner as I wait
Into the bin will surly be it's fate
As everyday we just grow old
And like this love we had
It's sadly going cold

JJB
John Bartholomew
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John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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   Immortality
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