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Nov 2014
She
finds me,
in ribbons she
binds me,
******* in taffeta
I laugh at her
she
smiles at me
the upper hand will
always be
hers.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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