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May 2015
Bill was great! He was her all.
I say was, as he kept loosing control of his **** and *****.
When Bill was out of her sight
Little Bill was quite wild!
When out with her all Bill did
Was look at others, the flirting ***.
Bill was nothing but a ****
She was too in love to see
Now she calls him ***** the player
As he hunts her friends and tries to lay them.
Lesson learned and not soon enough
Bill was just a f#####g c##t!
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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