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Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Perplexed

Perpetually perplexed but never apoplectic,
Sometimes she smiles, the smile is septic.
Through ups and downs she often frowns
But my brow's much fonder of laughing.


Posted by Peter Bickerton at 16:47
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