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Paean On a Cute Antipodean

Skype tells me it’s your birthday, Polly Ross, a disembodied message from the ether that nipped me like a redback. “Southern Cross” – remember that? So, hurl it in my teeth, or delete me, tweet me, blank me, come across – do what you will, I’m living with the loss. You probably no longer give a toss. If only I’d a cooler glamour-gloss, could be more Aussie actor (Meller? Heather?) you’d see the gold, and set aside the dross. I miss you, need you. There. But you’re the boss …

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/12/2017 1:21:00 PM
I Skype with my boyfriend. I feel for you! Long-distance relationships are hard, tell me something :( .... Cool (almost) monorhyme there btw... with a few tossed (pun intended) other rhymes.
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