Euologies of a Rotten SundayA Poem by dreaming dameUmm, bad words and a bad mood. :DIdiotic a******s Inconsiderate liers Nothing more to say Other than get out of my way
I cleaned up your s**t, Twice. You come near me, Well; that's your sacrifice.
apology for rudeness. But truth hurts. Writers block or no I still got my flow.
So get out of my way. Person who may or may not Give wants and thoughts. So drink 'till you rot. © 2012 dreaming dameAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthordreaming dameSouthern Ontario, CanadaAboutI'm 17, very much female, and very much straight:) Not that not much to say about me. I love to be loved, and hate to be hated, lol as most peeps I s'pose do:P I get writer's block a lot, so I don't .. more..Writing
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