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Apr 2014
Jennifer neither knew east from west
laborious in her paisley dress
she wore her confidence
with her kaftan scarf
as yet she's softly spoken to
believing she holds the reigns
but how do you count delusion,
neither saint or sage be
only the faithless prevail
by not rushing
moving into the spare room.
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
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