By: David W. Clare

...she slipped right trough my grip as I kissed her lips!

**** pow up in smoke
Now, I dream of her and them all...

The call of the wild
She was just a child back then!

I was naive...
She wanted to conceive and breed!

I'm the one who is now deeply in need...

Pour on the red wine let me dine alone in my lonely broken heart break hotel...

I can still smell her perfume from
long ago...

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