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>center>SORRY MY DEAR “No ready-meals,” you always said. “The things they put in those; a heart attack waiting to happen.” But you are no longer here and cooking for one seems pointless. So, it’s on my lap in front of the television Ready meal’s ready The microwave has just pinged So sorry my heart 26th May 2020 Rhymes and Reasons poetry contest Sponsor - Line Gautier

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Date: 5/27/2020 1:30:00 PM
Well done! Aloha! Rico (the captcha code is 5MD; hope not)
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