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Mar 28
You’ve dangled
Your hook
And I did bite,
You enticed
Me in
It felt so right.
Said all the
Words I wanted
To hear
Like I love you
Come warm me dear.
But a sly *****
You became
Was the real you
It’s a crying shame.
Down the garden path
I was surely led,
The ***** had lured
Me to her bed.
Yes I did
for her I dote,
So I sharpened my knife
And cut her throat.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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