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Cyber-Heartbreak

I wonder... If climbing Love's rope to the moon, On a fall's day, When it shines at noon... Could be of help to me. I'd ask him to please impart, A way to heal my cratered heart, As a bevy of words encircle my head... My soul a half-step above the dead... I've downloaded heartbreak too many times... To the ruin of my spam filter of lies All clogged up, no more room... I've got a basket full of lover's gloom... I should write a book... "Love For Dummies" Maybe that, my soul would please... Instead of the lies played back in endless loop, In my downtrodden mind.. I would never believe you could be so unkind... Yes, this Bell, Is but a shell, Worn down to the stump, By a life of love gone to hell They say what goes around, Comes around... Bullpickles!!! That only applies to astronauts circling the moon, Not trashed-on lovers who sleep past noon, Merely because they feel no need for getting up, After one too many meals, of despair's sup. So I open my document file, And you're filed away, But just in the recycle bin, Cause you know what they say... You never know what can happen another day.

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Date: 5/30/2011 3:40:00 PM
That's is uffing awesome
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