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Whilst thumbing through some old files today, I came across a poem written by a lady who was the receptionist where I used to work as a Security Manager. This was at a Shopping Centre in the West Midlands when I first left the forces in 2001.

I had forgotten all about it

The Security Manager

It is not dignified to smile
My anonimity I must preserve.
I will look serious all the while,
wearing a cool reserve.

I am

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