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He came home early and caught me at it. ‘How could you?’ he cried, hurt, wounded. Disbelieving. ‘I’ve had enough,’ he yelled. I’m leaving.” How did it come to this? One cross word was all it took To tear apart the life we shared, The things we did To show we cared. If I could turn back time I would not commit The cheating act, Which made him sad. Such hurtful crime. Oh why did I get tempted And twist the truth, With which, I will admit, I was extremely frugal. I’m so sorry that I cheated And looked up the final crossword clue On Google. © Carol Ann Wood
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
Cheating
He came home early and caught me at it. ‘How could you?’ he cried, hurt, wounded. Disbelieving. ‘I’ve had enough,’ he yelled. I’m leaving.” How did it come to this? One cross word was all it took To tear apart the life we shared, The things we did To show we cared. If I could turn back time I would not commit The cheating act, Which made him sad. Such hurtful crime. Oh why did I get tempted And twist the truth, With which, I will admit, I was extremely frugal. I’m so sorry that I cheated And looked up the final crossword clue On Google. © Carol Ann Wood
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Cambridge, UK
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
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