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Omadhan

I clap my hand over my mouth to keep quiet hear the women going on about what they don't get how sick they are of their husbands, mates no sex, no money, no freedom and their kids are leaving hey sister your life is your own those kids will be gone get your man and begin again or guess what? there's a woman waiting for him been waiting for him when you cast him out when you turn your back in bed one too many times and he will be more greatful for her love and attention than the ten minutes you gave him in the last 20 years. Omadhan: Idiot (gaelic)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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