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Saturday, 10 December 2016

Of Earrings and Earlobes

Let me tell you something
Before it is too late.

Remember those earrings that
You had once thought to be missing
Yes the ones
Which you didn't like
But were still looking for.

I haven't stolen them.

They came to me
One rainy evening
With a sad face
And said
She loves your ear lobes more
And sat by the table.

No offence
I love them
More than your ear lobes now.

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