Poem -

Seriously Wronged

She gave him
all of her passwords
and also,
the freedom to roam ..
Then rubbed
each of his palms
with silver
and seriously thought,
that the bastard
would still more
than likely, come home ..

Β 

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Tony Taylor

Ain't that the friggin' truth brother!!....ALL STARS!!.....ever the pleasure!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!....T xo : )

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Neville

Hey Tony T tis great to have you stop by .. I had been thinking about you recently .. Hope all is well & your world is treating you kindly my good man .. Love & Rockets well n truly reciprocated :)Β 

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Neville

and you my very dear Mistress Darkly are .. as always, far too generous by half .. but I thank you muchly & BIG :)Β 

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Marion

Lol lol and lol...haven't we all been there πŸ˜†πŸ˜†...my ex husband was my own stalker convinced I was having more affairs than I actually had time for in 300 lifetimes...turns out it was him all along long...so relieved to get rid of him ha! x

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Neville

Sounds like a wise move M .. tis sadly a funny old sad old world innit chuck ❀️x

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