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Nov 2019
He ran behind her begging her to stay.
She didn't even look his way.
She said, I need a real man and not a weak lap dog.
He fell to the ground crying in the mud and fog.
He just couldn't understand why she didn't show any heart.
And why she treated him like a smelly ****.
Written by
Lamar Cole
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   Bogdan Dragos
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