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By cryingshame58 Date: 2003 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.02.02.38.22348]] |
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As the sun sets he sits at his desk As it quickly hides he quietly confides To his secret friend the time he spends Finally he calls home to pick a bone As his tone gets harsh it's all a big farse Because I am aware he doesn't play fair My heart and feet turn cold this game of his grows old No action or no plan to cope with self absorbed man Tired of tug of war he stripped me to my core |