by Unknown
May 2013 429 Views 2 comments
the mateting game
What a joke this game we play with its shades of gray. We piss and moan,wine and cry wishing some day to dine. Dissapointment is the game,attacking those with no name. Breaking hearts the bid,winner will always dread. Only loosers stay unscaved,so hippity hop and play if you dare but fake hearts do not care.
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Posted: May 2013
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