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1d
Strange, can be a word used, in the kindest of sense
Quirky, away with the faries, but never no harm meant
Gathering our thoughts that sometimes go astray
We all go off kilter, in our weird and wonderful way
Some thoughts if aired could land you inside
Those ones you would never tell,
that you should be standing for Pride
An in-kept secret, locked down, never to escape
Only you can lift that barrier, and cut that red tape

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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