Sunday, July 24, 2022


 Shame shame shame...know your name.

You knew it was wrong  but you did it anyway.

No convection.

No restriction.

No remorse.

You one thing and did another.

Your so cunning.

Your so slick.

No remorse.

I got your number though loud and clear.

You need to udder a word.

You speak for themselves.

You may have everyone else fooled into believing that you have it all together.

I know that you really are crying out for help.

Save the slick talk.

I'm convinced not easily deceived.

Your character and conduct is all the proof O need.

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HLH© 7/24/22

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