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Apr 2016
I feel as if I must apologize.....apologize for all the stupid lies...for these eyes have lied a thousand times too....my mom and dad raised me to know right from wrong but it seems all my poems and songs are about how I don't....or how I'm wallowing in my own self pity.....and all I can do with that is write a few witty rhymingΒ Β poems that aren't even that good....but if I could I would turn back time to make sure I didn't speak all those wrong lines....I've lied to family, friends and most of all I've lied to myself...about.... a lot....so every time I have the thought of lying.....I have this poem in mind...
Bones powell
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Bones powell  Uranus
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