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SHEFFIELD GAL poem
SHEFFIELD GIRL
She is the girl from Sheffield who turns heads wherever she goes.
Her name is Anne and she is a uni girl, into bands and cheap student beer.
I met her on the bus while she was going gigging; she invited me along
and away we went to see the next big thing. At that moment I knew she’d
be mine, this raven haired girl from a foreign place unknown.
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Thursday 8th September 2011 9:21 pm
STRONG ANTI LOVE POEM BE WARNED
THE LIE THAT IS LOVE
Who’s ever fallen for the lie that is called LOVE? Been fucked over by gal who appears to like them, then pushes them away like a piece of trash? Unwanted, used and feeling shit. Actions that are the total opposite of love and the lie that it is. No worries, build walls around yourself, let no-one in and only you have the key. If they want to access your heart, say fuck...
Thursday 25th August 2011 11:22 pm
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