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Short Poetry

My Airs And Graces

The thing about my new boots and laces

Is that they need breaking in in places

The thing about my best airs and graces

Is that they can try my damn patience

The thing about my sweet home and spaces

Is that they're filled up with old faces

The thing about old friends and enemies

Is both remain in painful memories

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