Some friends have to go, especially when they stop the show. Always taking and never giving.
See ya wouldn't want to be ya. Don't call me you I never want to see. It's over for good you termite after wood. I have nothing else for you to take so give me a break. You took my love and always tried to shove. I can do better so here's your dear John letter.
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Reviewed on March 25, 2007
The name is enough for me LOL stay well and safe sweet sweet man..Hugs
YUKKO! Not your poem or illustration, One, but its subject...LOL Only brave poets would dare post this. But you capture all of its grossness and cringing attitudes in clever verse: well done!
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I hate those who just dump it where ever they go...no matter if its on a sportsground or the street...YUK!!
Some goes Woor-woor'wham in the sand and roll up like a hidden worm waiting for the next victum to step right into it!!
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