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Apr 26
The older that I get
The more I **** regret
Decisions I have made
The price that I have paid
Some words I may have said
Drunken nights waking in another bed
For these are the songs that we sing
And we can never change a thing
As this was the chosen bet
And there is nothing that I regret
The older that I get

JJB
John Bartholomew
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John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
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