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I always remember your beautiful
And the beautiful kimono you
When you sat on the
With that tigerish
And told me you loved me no more.
What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were
All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind.
Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry and
The years have taken from me.
Softly I go now, pad pad.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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