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Apr 2010
My wife she upped and left me
She left our child as well
Needed to find herself she said
She left a putrid smell
I tried to keep my sanity
I counted empty days
I thought about my rival
I killed him many ways
And when she came a calling
she said it wasn't me
I asked her who the ******* was
But the ******* was a SHE
So now I'm fIlled with anger
for my little boy and me
No one for my fists to pound
Because HE is a SHE!
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