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Jan 2017
My love calls me honey,
To ensure me he remembers my name,
I know he's here for the money,
He gains when I am slain

My love calls me sugar,
To buy himself some time,
Running of with some ******
After committing his crime.

My love calls me darling
When he wants things to go his way,
But when things are bad he starts snarling,
About how I need him to stay...

So I packed my bag,
And Keyed his jag,
And nobody was going to stop me!
Rosy Smith
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Rosy Smith
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