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Apr 2
Winter sometimes
Cold and unkind
Summer mornings
Tonic to the mind.
Temperature goes up
The sun do's shine
Us at the table
With bottles of wine.
Summer is lovely
My woman is definitely
not *****
She likes to dance
All day naked
In the ****.
I certainly don’t have
A problem with that,
Nor do the neighbours
And their tabby cat.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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