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SIGNATURE

I can hear the traffic in the distance 

And some far away clock 

Swoosh goes the early cars out to work 

Phone vibrations drown out tick tock tick tock 

 

He is not here with me ..the sofa feels 

Spacious and empty 

Oh does his hard labour resent me 

He would rather be laid here with me 

I'd rather he stayed here with me 

 

His face lights up when he sees me

True love  He says that he needs me 

Drinks his coffee we kiss then he leaves me 

So dull when he leaves me 

I need him he needs me 

 

No man has an Aura like his 

Musical dressed in hi-viz 

 

Tshirt tan messy curly 

I wish you never left so early

It is all to give us a future of course

One day my signature will end just like yours

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