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May 17
Me and my woman
We our stuck in a duel
I light the fire
She pours on the fuel.
Ranting and raving
We’re still misbehaving
There’s never a day
When she’s got nothing
To say
I don’t think we shall
Have it any other way.
She wrote on a note
Now it still wears thin
In this duel I shall
Always win.
Okay with me
That’s perfectly fine on
One sunny day I’ll
Poison your wine.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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