I met her beside the cooler,
She sussed me straight away...
I sensed I couldn't fool her...
And left without delay...
And yet each day I miss her,
Although she made me squirm...
There's no way now to kiss her...
Because she's left the firm!
Denis Martindale July 2019.
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