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Debs And Amy R.I.P.
I rue the day we ever met, for
she never knows when to stop,
her warehouse space enormous
she's a twenty-four-hour shop
my paramour Alma is an amazon
one that always delivers on time,
her supply chain quite amazing
while she knows prices to a dime
yet there's a fatal flaw in big Alma
true, she makes out without fail,
but she's a sad blow-up doll when
you'...
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 10:53 am
Shattering
She was a noted collector,
Meissen gold and clocks,
Her chosen specialty was
Rich, antique old crocks
My place on her shelves
Augured ill for my fate,
A corner spot and dusty
Was not exactly the Tate
Her turnover was high
Stock came and went
Dealers felt her tongue
She relished every cent
Not the vogue now, I'm
Deemed surplus stock,
Auction ...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 11:09 am
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