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Sep 2013
Judge jury and witness it seems

Guilty as charged yet set free

English is better when you scold

Seems you've had practise so...



Why not accept its the way it is

You knew I was white hot, kid!

I'm straight and narrow and seldom fooled

Still, if you were the teacher I'd av loved school

Alabaster and soft as shoes

Made by Italian hands and cool

What is the number one rule?

No heavy petting in a public pool.

Friends seem flawed and misbegotten

The fruit from the tree was grown rotten

How could I find you battered and bruised

A fallen angel misused

I know why you run and don't want to

I have no regrets do you?
Bernardo Soares
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Bernardo Soares  London
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