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Nov 2018
I don't want to choose sides
And don't you dare force me
There is a fight that hides
One only I clearly foresee

You sometimes make me sick
To extremes that I only sleep
You lay it on so thick
That my heart can't help but weep

So then I distance myself
Till the storm is away
It's better for my health
And than to do what you say

I still love the both of you
But sometimes love is a arrow
Even if its true
It left my choices narrow

I don't want to see you fight
Go do it somewhere else
I'll go look for light
And listen to some church bells
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
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