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Apr 4
My woman
Put a spell on me
The clutches
Are tight I
Can’t get free.
She has this lure
There is no cure,
Her heart ain’t golden
Nor innocent or pure.
Her heart is a star
She’s a strange brew
She’s very  cryptic
Never blue,
Who am I to
Enjoy this treasure
Full of life and
****** pleasure.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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