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On her way home, Mama saw a man Stranded, standing on a corner of the road There was something about his eyes She thought she saw "home" in them "So get in the car." She said "I know a bar Thats not very far from here." She opened the door, Barefoot He fell in, and she let him. He asked her why she picked him up So carelessly and unreluctant   A few nights in a hotel A few days on the road When she remembers, A quick phone call to home She says that I'll understand when I'm older The lengths she would go to for someone to hold her But in the end, He was just like him Spitting image Incarnate Left her With scars on her body Drove off With her car Still, I cannot look her in the eyes To say I told her so My Mama loved so many men, On her way home
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
On Her Way Home
On her way home, Mama saw a man Stranded, standing on a corner of the road There was something about his eyes She thought she saw "home" in them "So get in the car." She said "I know a bar Thats not very far from here." She opened the door, Barefoot He fell in, and she let him. He asked her why she picked him up So carelessly and unreluctant   A few nights in a hotel A few days on the road When she remembers, A quick phone call to home She says that I'll understand when I'm older The lengths she would go to for someone to hold her But in the end, He was just like him Spitting image Incarnate Left her With scars on her body Drove off With her car Still, I cannot look her in the eyes To say I told her so My Mama loved so many men, On her way home
"The *** "David."
amber-delarosa
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
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