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Desperate Times Two
We met through a personal ad
Two desperadoes with sad eyes
Putting our pride in our pockets
Pained from others goodbyes
Desperation is a cruel master
Standards plummet to the floor
You tolerate the unacceptable
What you wanted is no more
Half-hearted, we fixed a date
Half a loaf is better than none
I wasn't keen on her manners
Normally she'd want me gone
...Monday 9th November 2020 11:03 am
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