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He was a tramp steamer mate, She an Amsterdam whore That he met in a street bar On a few hours leave ashore. They pretended they were lovers, Maybe a new husband and wife And, just for a few hours tried To live a day in that life. He wined her and dined her Tried to do everything right Booked a hotel room Just for that night. And she played her part. Even whispered his name, Maybe for a little while Even forgot it was a game. When he left her in the morning He said I’ll see you again; She nodded as she walked away But neither said where or when.

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Date: 11/18/2022 11:59:00 AM
Dreamlife, for a moment to escape. Bittersweet piece. Tale told well.
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Date: 11/18/2022 11:31:00 AM
The honesty in this is truly fabulous!
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Date: 11/18/2022 2:28:00 AM
Such a mix of happy-sad! The title says it all. Nicely done! Elizabeth
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