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(A modern tale)

 

 

Strange, the way their love disintegrated:

Spats and small disloyalties-petty spites-

Were for the most part causes. No reasons, really,

But squabble enough for their small hearts

And feeble loves. And though, at first,

There was an ache around the hollowness,

It was of small consequence – soon gone.

 

◄ YOU CAN`T WIN ANY WAY

ROSE (dancing the Rhumba) ►

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Ged the Poet

Tue 22nd Jul 2014 19:55

Many true words of wisdom in this Harry.

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