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Confetti
Weddings evoked grief
For someone like Walter
With memories of being
Left stranded at the altar
Still dreaming of the one
Who shafted him badly
He'd wake up screaming
Bandy legs kicking madly
One dream, of making love
To an Amazon stunner
Got to the tipping point
But she'd done a runner
He sought a therapist
A woman of renown
Arson took her ...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 10:54 am
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