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Jun 2017
I fool myself to make any night of the week
or day for that matter Saturday
night and I came home to your wife
smiling like my wife used to
and  never even kissed her
weren't proper
for her or me to be alone so
I excused myself and knocked on your door
said hey how's it hanging
like I always do
hey where's the wife?
straight faced
he glared at the tv and said I don't care
when then she came barging in
mad at both of us
but I would rather that then
have a weight on my shoulders
so we partied
he fell asleep
and I went home
thinking if I had
imagining ain't a sin
wordvango
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