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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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BANG
Oh my poor dear, what have you done? There�s no wheres left for you to run I have sought you out with stealth and glee To take you down to where you need to be. Oh my lovely, what were you thinking? To go around other women sniffing I have followed you with truck and car To take you to where the others are. Oh my goodness, you poor thing Where oh where did I go wrong? How could you do that which is bad Now it�s come for you to get what she had. Oh my darling, do not cry I swear to you it�s not so bad Just close your eyes, take a deep breath And prepare to meet your sweet death. raw || truth |