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August 15, 2012
She had a catgut feeling
that he was onto a racket.
He’d been having a ball
outside of the line.
He swore it wasn’t love,
and begged the advantage.
But when she discovered
what the duce he’d been up to,
it was ‘game over’ and
the net result was ‘love all.’
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