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HURRICANE OF HURTS

Hate holds hard onto my heart

He has horrible hang ups

that harm my happiness

Hence my world was hindered

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A husband he is not

but he is hot

If I could hire

a hit man

and hide 

from the heat

It would be helpful

tho harsh

So I hesitate

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I could not handle 

his habbits

You reap what you harvest

My head is hazy

it needs a holiday

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