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Nov 2018
How many times
Do you have to learn a lesson
The hard way
Before it’s deliberate?
It’s high time I knew
I’m not the exception
I’m the rule
If time is precious
I’ve tossed my diamonds to a swine
Couldn’t get from you water, even
Yet offered up fine wine
But with eyes like sweet honey
And words smooth as silk
You’ve never had to beg me
I’ve made it so easy
To come and go as you please
We both know who’s to blame for the mess
And it’s not the boy who doesn’t even spare a glance after a goodnight
It’s the lass who bet the game,
knowing the player
Ellie Taylor
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