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Feb 2014
Paper moons fly by  like chances sped ,
on that dismal day
the rain poured down as ungenerous  confetti
and Jennifer with her until then understanding  smile
opined that she had found Mary simply more interesting,
arguably a plaything for the near future
and like a cat she draw blood again
to preserve her power of severance.
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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