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Humbert
You seemed mature beyond your years
An easy manner belied your youth
On balance I took you for thirty
But twenty was nearer the truth
Twenty however ripe is still young
You need solid years under your belt
You convinced yourself you loved me
But really didn't know what you felt
I was flattered by your attentions
Watched my peers look at us agog
It was nice t...
Tuesday 28th July 2020 11:23 am
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