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A poem as a Panacea
Suicidal, reclining on a sofa
Gazing at his partner’s photo,
A handsome friend of mine I got
He was by an overwhelming love smote.
To optimize hers and his pleasure to trim
She opted suddenly to desert him.
Buddy, what weighs so heavily on your mind?
Get it off your chest a solution I may help you find!
“An attractive girl sweet-talked me into love,
She playacted as one sent from ab...
Wednesday 17th June 2020 7:48 am
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