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Sunday, 2 April 2017

Sophie

She's gone away, I hope to stay,
As she's just no good for me,
We used to play throughout our day
Quite merrily, joyfully and happily.

She's gone, and now I'm up for fun
Flirting with females who seem nice:
Beginnings that have justly begun
From her perseverance in acting like ice.

We used to love quite generously -
She was loving with love to share,
But why is she acting venomously
And seemingly without a care.

Shouting is not my sport
And reacting not my passion,
This is a last resort
Of vented frustration.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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