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Aug 2016
Oh, he drives an Infinity.
Dress world class to attract attention.
He's a charmer.
Speak like he's a debonair individual.


Speak, nothing but truth.
Hurt a few feelings.
But to him certain things are revealing.

Women , he meets.
He analyze.
Every single statement they say.


Oh, I don't date him for his money.
But for his inner-elf.
Oh, things many say as a stable of personal truth.

But money attracts.
Ask, any man of wealth?
Many uses it to their own benefit to get a certain woman.

And worse part, there's never any love involved.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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