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Shes blind


He sits in a chair alday long

thinks of ways to get along

this guy is old but not to old

his wife is hot but not to hot

she leaves for hours everyday

to the motel lot, is where she stays 

and fights with men, making her way

comeing home to her man

telling lies, thats no surprise

i cant see why, shes so blind from her eyes

havin a good guy at home

that would make her life

shes pathetic in so many ways

creepin home one night

half awake

notices something different, her man is gone

everythings gone.

 

 

 

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