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let go
You hung on like a tramp with no hope.
A shit battered thread on a cream crackered rope.
I didn't love you can you not see this?
To pretend otherwise is just taking the piss!
You hung on like a tramp with no hope.
A shit battered thread on a cream crackered rope.
I didn't love you can you not see this?
To pretend otherwise is just taking the piss!
One piss, Two piss Three
One piss,
Two piss
Three piss
Four,
I could start to mention names,
But I've said enough about the whore.
.....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "