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By mkbs1978 Date: 2004 Jun 04 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.04.09.50.17707]] |
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I've been told lies And I've survived. Sometimes I feel like a cat With nine lives. You plant your seeds, Infested with weeds. Your lies, you tell Will send you straight to hell. Many tears shed I feel the dread. When will the lies stop? My life, wringing of a mop. How many more Are in store? Will it cut me Down to my knees? |