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Feb 2010
Dangers lurk around every glass
Face the clock
The time will pass
Maybe faster than you'd prefer
What's to say?
It's me or her

Under the sweet
She's fatally bitter
Why am I
The family sitter

Ur the adult
Its time to show
What you’ve learned
Quite frankly though
Of the outcome
I am afraid
Please don’t lead me
To my grave
Written by
Rune amergin
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