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Dec 2020
Someone has been ******* my wife
that's what he told us
going out every day
advertising her dernier

We knew from the start that she was a ****
but he did not believe he denied it
he really could not see
the woods from the trees

Then she hit him hard
lied like a fat living lard
made all to be wrong
with her ******* birdsong

We helped him up as he cried
why me when my heart she does reside
god help a man that is broken
and heartache is his only token


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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