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Jan 2023
You punished me, and put the whip away.
You spoke curses at your previous place.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.

I came inside to find you there for pay
Under John addressing my God of lace.
You punished me, and put the whip away.

You charged me for a sample of DNA
To test the blood for ****** disease's trace.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.

I bought the strongest ****** of the day
And pulled it out to finish just in case.
You punished me, and put the whip away.

You sold yourself for something hard to say
To such a softly touched suffering face.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.

I heard the price rise from the pew to pray
On father beads for mother full of grace.
You punished me, and put the whip away.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.
Written by
John Dunn  44/M/Owosso, Mi.
(44/M/Owosso, Mi.)   
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