I'M So Over You
Bald lies are all your slick tongue can utter
They come from your mouth like melted butter
But I'm not blue
I'm so over you
Come round again I'll kick you to the gutter
For the Valentine Limerick contest...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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