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Aug 2013
I  knew he was cheating, the crafty ****.
A little discovery lead to it.
A box of condoms, and one was gone!
He said he only tried it on.
Tried it on now there's a joke.
Test drove it as well the lying stoat.
Being a lady I held my tongue and waited for my moment to come.
So there was I in the sky, twenty thousand feet to be precise.
I thought it fitting as we met on a plane, to dump the ******* the very same way!
The moral simple for all to see
I don't advise ******* with me.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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