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Jan 2014
For months you have a funny face,
our love mysteriously has shifted out of place!?!
Have you found another or is it drugs?
You mock my questioning, my grave is dug.

You reappear and claim your love
offering a dollar or shoulder rub.
My instincts quickly understanding
He is selfish and quite demanding.

For everything he asked of me
I did with greatness; to the best degree
Apparently not enough
Because now there is she.

I get the news of proud daddy with another!
just hours before...Kissing me, no talk of others.
Buttering me up, being a good man
just to tell me how you ruined our plan!!!
Jen Rem
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Jen Rem  Boston Ma
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