Those words hurt a first
but later came to realize
it was really a blessing.
You made your own bed
now sleep in it.
Went through two men
after me
one left
the other died
thank God I am stiil alive.
Ruined lives
turn the kids against me
good riddance to one and all.
I do think about you every day
in that i read the obits for your name.
I may be cold and crude
but I am some damn happy
A contest entry
- Breaking Up Is Hard To Do But...It beats the hell out of having someone beat the hell out of you! by Gypsy Via Orleans.
800 points, ended November 8, 9 entries
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Comments
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This was a good piece which I sincerely liked. Thank you for entering and good luck.
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Good one, Pappa. luck in the contest...



