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JENN'S POEMS



                               It cuts me like a knife.

                         The fact, that you are his wife.

                        All the time, that you spend.

                     All the things that together you do.

                   It really makes me blue.

                It gets inside my head.  

     That you are he are doing it, in bed.

            When you're with him, you scream.

      I can only dream.            

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