Baby I love you,
I promise I won't do it again.
But over and over, you hit me again!
Pow, pow, thump, thump,
is what I hear with every lump!
I cry and cry asking myself why,
every time you punch me right in the eye!
Wait! I said wait! But the next thing you know,
I am smacked in the face!
I once was blind, but now I see...
No more hits will be for me!
Bang, bang, bang, is all that rang
when I pulled the trigger on that there thang!
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Reviews of "No More Hits 4 Me by Winter Giovanni"
Reviewed by Samantha Johnson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2009
I can relate;my mother and sister went through this; you are very poignant with your writings. Take care my sister.
Painful read; I only hope you aren't experiencing this; if so, please get out, for your sake! You don't need this in your life! I will pray for you! Powerful stuff!
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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