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The Night I Walked Out on Grey Hair
We met through a lonely hearts column
Such encounters are always pot luck
You're either delighted, even struck dumb
Or left wondering how to get off the hook
That was the night I walked out on grey hair
The poor women noticed my reluctance to stay
Yet on the phone she'd described it as "fair"
"Stay just a while..." I heard her trying to say
Later I felt ashamed fo...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 11:48 am
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