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A Long Walk
She's gone again, I dont know where
Her nightly walks a bit of a mystery,
I wonder if there's some fancy man
After all, she has a bit of a history
If I had any sense, I'd try to follow her
Difficult to think its come down to this,
Yet we dont communicate anymore
To be fair, it was never married bliss
A copper at the door with bad news
They've found a woman in t...
Monday 23rd November 2020 11:03 am
Confetti
Weddings evoked grief
For someone like Walter
With memories of being
Left stranded at the altar
Still dreaming of the one
Who shafted him badly
He'd wake up screaming
Bandy legs kicking madly
One dream, of making love
To an Amazon stunner
Got to the tipping point
But she'd done a runner
He sought a therapist
A woman of renown
Arson took her ...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 10:54 am
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