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Testing – A Poem

A padlock holds tight shut a metal gate - testing a poem
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I say now Chaps, won’t you let me in,
I’m not going to do that, ‘thing’ again.

I’ve cleaned up my act (with a high powered jet)
And believe me, some bits are still dripping wet.

So I’m asking you nice, with a great big grin,
I say now Chaps, won’t you let me back in?

© Cathie Tufnail

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