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We'd made love as usual

A heavy night in the sack

After breakfast I told her

I was never coming back


Inexplicable the only word

Why so drastic a measure?

What impulse drove me to

Quit a house of pleasure?


A bitter taste in my mind?

Neurosis bending my head?

Maybe the new marmalade

Made my psyche see red


She'd always been restless

The place in a...

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