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A Long Walk
She's gone again, I dont know where
Her nightly walks a bit of a mystery,
I wonder if there's some fancy man
After all, she has a bit of a history
If I had any sense, I'd try to follow her
Difficult to think its come down to this,
Yet we dont communicate anymore
To be fair, it was never married bliss
A copper at the door with bad news
They've found a woman in t...
Monday 23rd November 2020 11:03 am
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