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Jan 2014
I should have seen you coming
fine wine of the worst kind,
missed all the clues in your roving eye
your demeanor won me over
confidence up the *****
now I'm wondering
what the **** was I thinking
with the likes of your kind,
bought me pretty posies
that just wasn't enough
thought I'd beat the odds
so did all those other women
who took a chance at gambling
with their hearts and souls
left a sour taste in my mouth
to accompany my age'd  whine
Frieda P
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Frieda P
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   Sjr1000 and Jack
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