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Aug 2023
She played on the strings of my heart.
Was it a melody?
Did it harmonise?
Was it sensual or sensuous?
Who can say; but at the end of the day
It was naught but a vast discord.
Joseph Sinclair
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Joseph Sinclair  London, England
(London, England)   
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   Lori Jones McCaffery
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