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My Perfect View
That was once our view.
It was my perfect view;
Out of the blue, a tree grew.
From then, there was no perfect view.
After that, our lives closed in,
And you, with your arrogance,
Your new-found taste for sin,
Plus your innate flair for spin,
Emphasised the symbolic side
And, harking back to sweet evenings
When we listened for the early owl,
Became impatie...
Friday 19th April 2024 8:55 am
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