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Impulse
Whilst strolling from work, my attention was caught
By a sensuous smell, of the perfumed sort
My passion was aroused, my senses began to swirl
On inhaling the scent, of this sweet-smelling girl
Oblivious to danger with a skip and a hop
I dashed across the road into the florist’s shop
I then grabbed a bouquet from the top of the range
And ran from the shop forgetting the change
...Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:27 pm
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