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Mar 27
Victim of love
She thieved my gold
My stupid fault
Being blinded and old
I needed somebody
In my life,
Since the death of my
Darling wife.
What was I thinking
I could do my best
Thinking she could
Love me
In me slippers and vest.
Im not chasing my *** of gold
Learnt a lesson on growing old.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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   rick and Peter Gerstenmaier
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