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Nag

Feeling trapped and alone
Fed up of being home
No one listens anymore
I feel like such a bore

All I do is nag
I need a punching bag
Constant reminders
Where's our silver liner?

Half finished jobs
Me and my big gob
Courses to finish
I can see you grimace

It wasn't meant to be like this
I envisaged bliss
Reminiscing the good times
Longing for our pastimes

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/27/2018 12:23:00 AM
??loved it !
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Samantha Parkin
Date: 5/27/2018 2:33:00 AM
Thank You:)

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