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Shakespeare's sonnets will live forever
Wordsworth's words shall persevere
Your missives weren't so fortunate
And it won't be me that sheds a tear
Your letters are but sad ashes now
They'll not be a permanent reminder
A black and white record of passion
When I swore you couldn't be kinder
Your writing was almost compulsive
You needed to get it all off your ches...
Monday 7th September 2020 10:35 am
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