Talock, Talock, Talock
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For twelve long years I cooked the food
Clean the house and made your stews.
I ironed your clothes bore your blunts.
Now we have three children.
An inconsiderate fool you be to divorce me
I'm left alone with a home
I don't even have money.
The children yes The children
'haven't even thought of them who's
To tell them their blunt luck
Divorced parents.
I don't want you back not even for a second
I don't need to hear reasons why
I only glad you've set me free.
Jauhar Al Akdar
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Hi Jauhar,
Sad when a man don't appreciate what you do for him and the family. Excellent write on the subject. Sorry about your troubles, hope your life works out for you and you find a man that appreciates you. Thanks for sharing your talents of writing with us here at ap. If you have any questions about the site feel free to im any of us greeters, we'd be glad to assist you. Hope you enjoy your stay.
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