Oh you finally get to bed then you hear
We are all sick of you living here with no life.
An want to kill you. Then you here the other peoples say please no. Then the old fool walks out kill her bitch and leaves his lady cold in the dust. As she sitting over there crying an you not poor or broke but hated on still in the dark. Which came to your light
As you see them for what they are so you don't go but you will some day.

How in the world any one weighing 185 pounds can be cute is beyond me.

I am a temperance Republican down to my toes.

Written By Vincent C. Ven

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