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The sudden rush

..and then She'll say,

but I need a holiday

and with a big smile

She'll go on her way

 

which is my holiday too.

 

Absence makes something?

not home brewed beer

because I already have it here.

 

She'll then say

be good,

as if I could be anything bad

although,

no!

I'll not mention that

haha.

 

She'll come back

and tell me how much

She missed me

and quite frankly

why wouldn't She.

 

Vanity?

whatever

it never stopped me

from being me.

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john-edward-smallshaw
70 / English
Published
Mar 19
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