To continue with a pattern …
Another poem from Cyranny caught my attention and hence drew a response. I repeat that response here, hopefully without the need for further explanation.
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Tell me lies
And hypnotise me
As we catch our breath
Let’s hold the mood
When we were rude
And shared our little death
Let’s pretend
It will not end
That we will not be seen
That we will stay
And hide away
To be what we have been
We’ll fib. We’ll fake
A wall we’ll make
Around our precious sin
A web we’ll weave
Of make believe
To hide our secrets in
Richmond Road 
I like that! Very naughty!!
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You will note, I hope, that all the naughty ideas originate with other people and not with me.
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I think that if you, or anyone, were to come up with an original naughty idea, you could make millions!! 😮
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The trick is not only to have the naughty idea in the first place, but then to have the courage to confess to it.
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Very nice 👍 indeed
A little provocative.. but sweetly put
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You make being provocative sound like a bad thing …..
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Oooh nooo Richmond…
On the contrary…
I always love a little provocation to stimulate and warm some very interesting places….
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Warm and interesting places? You mean like Brazil?
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Yep 👍 indeed..
Right up the bbl(Brazilian butt lift)
And it’s next door neighbor
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cheeky and just how most people live …
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Only on TV Kate
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