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A Poem by Michael Hess

Here we go, we all fall down

Like dominos, to the ground,

All because you couldn't drown alone.

You made us think you were turnin' it around,

But then you go and let us down.

Now all are lost, and none are found

Anymore.

 

Where does it end and where did it begin?

I'm sick and tired of your bullshit,

Just like everyone else is too.

You blame me, you blame your dad,

But baby doll, you've been had.

The only one to blame in this is you.

© 2008 Michael Hess


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Added on October 30, 2008

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Michael Hess
Michael Hess

Fort Worth, TX



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