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I write a lot of things about someone who shall remain nameless.....hubby! Although I don't really mean it, the purpose is served at the time. (he doesn't physically kick me in the gut...).
When I Was Angry I don’t know why I wait to see you You clearly are a butt All you do is fuss and fume And kick me in the gut. I don’t know why I married you I guess you had me snowed You deceived me into thinking You were anything but cold But as I grew to know you I saw another side Your niceness faded and was replaced By a side that’s very snide. I wish I could have seen The way you really were So my past wouldn't be such a waste And be a blackened blur. All in all I can’t blame you It’s me that didn’t go I had a choice I could have made Again my choices blowed.
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