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May 1
I met  a lady
Seemed so sweet
She oozed class
From her
head to her feet.
She opened her gate
I took the bait,
Then all of a sudden
I was covered in fear,
I had become another
One of her souvenir’s
Being lured by her
Gate of hell.
Meeting sweet ladies
Sometimes you just
Can’t  tell.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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