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Suspicion
Suspicious to see
All the calls for me
No one I know
Say they know me
When put to the test
No one can answer best
Now it appears
My Email is under threat
It's a bet
No one has the least idea
Of the things that appear
First, it's a prize
Then it's a warning
Finally, a threat
The police might come a storming
Being reclusive
Annoyed by above
If you're not my love
I'll become more elusive than the clouds above
Copyright ©
Kim Stone
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