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HIGH DUDGEON
She slapped my face and walked out
And said she’d never come back.
She’d never cross the threshold again
So there; and that was that.
But she’ll return, I have no doubt,
Though she said she’d never come back,
Just as soon as it registers in her brain
That, tonight, we were in her flat.
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Bryn Strudwick
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