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She writes sensuous poems.
She is not so smart.
Bit like humpty dumpty
when she walks.
Likes to dress to impress.
When you interact with her
you feel her need to be cuddled.
She wants fame.
And fame is like social cuddles.
Chirp, chirp, chirp,
incessantly she would.
I understood her need;
and said:
I would make you famous.
I did make her well known.
With her grown-up children away,
she now gets good cuddles
from her retired hubby.
Somewhere in their busy schedule of life
of work and bringing up children
they had lost their way in love.
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