Sighs

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He was late and phoned her not
And so she sighed
His phone was hidden in a pot
And so she sighed
She sighed so much she built a bridge
The Bridge of Sighs for those bewitched
By lying men who bear a grudge
And then she died

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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