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High and Dry
What seemed like another story
Often felt like living a continual lie
A case it seemed of jack and orrie
That question when, where, who why
Though felt you had to tread carfuly
It made it impossible to ever unifi
But never wanting to question she
Theres no dinial the fool was then l
Perhaps my weakness my vulnerability
But quite ofen she go for that type of guy
Those that shed consume more quickly
Then your just another left high and dry
Abstacts from devious her name poem 1999
An exstension of poems web of deciet scheming
Devious her name
Copyright ©
David Scott
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