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The Hidden

When it comes to winning I am a looser and a liar if you must know the truth I am a sandwich with no meat in between A martini without the vermouth I am the trail that ends abruptly With the next step over the cliff I am the moment that you realize I am all that as well as all this I am the pain that's right behind the eyes The migraine that keeps showing up I am the feeling when you place your bet The moment you run out of luck I am the shiver The heebie jeebies The trip into the fall If you'd like, take down my number I'm here all the time...give me a call
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mike-hauser
American
For You?
Written by
mike-hauser
American
Published
May 24, 2014
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