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Brian Densham Apr 2017
My web’s a lonely place to be
For no one likes to visit me

No one who comes here wants to stay
Yet neither will they go away

I really can’t imagine why
A friend (for life) will pass me by

Unless, of course, it’s indiscreet
That everyone I meet …
I eat
Copyright 2003 B. Densham

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