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Aug 2015
...here she comes and there she goes
when she gets up she puts on her clothes and goes home!

Some guys have all the luck
some guys do nothing but *******

Or maybe its best this a way to be alone
Who can say?

I once had her; she kicked a hole in my heart!
My heart was blind so now that hole has grown a third-eye to spy upon
the future misery of a younger man going through the same crap I used to...

here she comes and there she goes...
when she gets up she puts on her party clothes and goes home with his stolen credit cards, jewelry, Rolex watch and more she stole from the guy before...


dclare
buyer beware...
David W Clare
Written by
David W Clare  Petaluma, USA
(Petaluma, USA)   
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