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EVE?
She bit into the green apple with perfect white teeth
Is her hair really that shade of red? I suspend disbelief
Smartly dressed she stands there all of the day
Kitchens, selling them to anyone, to earn her pay
She sees all life going on, standing, smiling next to her display
She must have heard it all, chatted up in every possible way
Managing to look like the kitchens she sells ...
Monday 5th August 2019 8:45 am
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