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Apr 2013
I’m on my last nerve
and your standing on it
my mood needs to swerve
like zapping a zit
my mouth needs to curve
but I’m down in a pit
I’ve lost my verve
vanished my wit
my bed I crave
from this day I quit
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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