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Slaughtered by the innocent blood lost long ago Her reputation drops like soap in a male correctional facility Tying up the oak tree, chasing fancy cars Her leash finally snapped like yesterdays twig I'm sorry to see your wife is back The bomb on this town has been dropped by your top head look Shrug your shoulders, Stop whining bro, next time double knot the noose, Make sure the doors come in with double locks Stop crying that the ***** is back Do yourself a favor, and just let her in Love Bell

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Skat A

Date: 5/26/2015 5:29:00 PM

amazing

Justin Bordner

Date: 4/16/2014 12:16:00 PM

No shame in a classic hustle, everyone needs money, everyone needs touch & love. I respect the reality of this write, vivid, real, the twig metaphor is smart too. J.A.B.

Darren Watson

Date: 3/13/2014 9:33:00 PM

Strong stuff again ,One heck of a chime you've got there Bell.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 1/27/2014 3:10:00 PM

hahh!.. a pleasure to read you for the first time, and rocking the whole boat with this beautifully biting piece.. love the humor too, bell... hope to visit you agai!.. huggs

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/21/2014 7:06:00 PM

hahaha, I love the double entendre with *****!!! On a leash and begging at the door!!

Robert Pettit

Date: 1/21/2014 5:30:00 PM

The next-to-last line reminded me of an Elton John song. Sometimes, a spouse can live up to the description of "a ball and chain".

Skat A

Date: 1/21/2014 5:06:00 PM

I imagine the first line, has to do with losing one's virginity... A snapping poem. Reminds me of the time, my brother's wife left him, and came back 2 months later. Great and fun write.. I wonder what inspired it :) love~SKAT