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This is not about love , so smell the anger
Submitted:May 2, 2012 Reads: 51 Comments: 9 Likes: 3
Summertime in Africa, glows yellow and hot
PINK BIKINI DAYS
But something other than the warming sun,
gets my blood boiling on the spot
My darling dearest does forget, why I have him here
WHITE COLLAR WORKER
There are chores galore it seems none for him,
and the green pool makes me sneer
This note is for the milkman and the postman too
RED WRITTEN LETTERS
Should you see the master his body floating,
leave him drowned in that green goo!
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