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Oct 2013
Two Girls

Sick and tired of your crap,
I stay up, while you nap.
I work all day, while you stay home,
You went to Paris, I went to Rome.
We don't have one thing in common,
can't you tell, Houston we have a problem.
We both know this won't last,
soon we'll be each others past.
have you found someone else,
maybe it's time to take off our belts.
Five years right down the drain,
I toasted our break-up with champagne.
No more of our week long fights,
no more of your dog that bites.
No more eating your bad cooking,
actually, I never thought you were that good looking.
Thinking back I miss your smile,
wishing I had a picture of you on file.
Its been a year and now I'm depressed,
meanwhile your rich boyfriend keeps you fancy dressed.
Never thought I'd miss you this much,
you always did have a magic touch.
Then finally, I found someone new,
she reminds me so much of you.
Then one night your new man died,
you came over and on my shoulder you cried.
You called me each and every day,
bouncing two girls seems so cliche.
Not sure which girl, I should keep,
went outside to find them kissing in my Jeep.
They saw me and started to laugh,
my whole world was just cut in half.
I guess I'm destined to be alone,
now only my hand makes me moan.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
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