These days I often find,
Profiles with taglines....
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The earliest memories that i've of her..............
A septugenarian bend over a stove in the kitchen.....
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I had heard her name whispered,
Among ladies of good 'culture',
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As the nor'wester blows,
Bringing in more despair than hope,
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The face disapears, suddenly,
unexpectedly.....
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You argue, you are adamant,
Sometimes annoyingly stubborn.
And I cant help but mutter to myself,
'the chip of old Bloke, that he is! '
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We had just joined highschool,
It was a library period i remember.
When i caught a person tearing a page from a book!
The stupid that I am,
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The deep blue beckoning.....
The crystal water, sky reflecting,
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At her feet lay the shiny pieces
Shards of glass, a heirloom of the past.
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