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Wombat wondered as he dug
why his mood was such a fug.
He had a home and friends and stuff,
but still this sadness was way too tough.
If only he could mash it, like a bug.
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Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
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