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Kent


There once was Lady from Kent
Whose emotions were kept pent
Hemmed in by forests so dense
The present does not make sense
One never knows where she went
Man she was truly past tense



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-01-31 at 23:07

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She's living it up in a tent
on the way to Derwent.
:-)
2013-02-01