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Harrowing she was with her purse on her arm And her hands on her hips “Don’t you dare say that to me again!” It was final. The divorce was final.
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Published: 14.11.2008 / 01:23 PM
Category: Media,Real™ Poems by mike!
Tags: divorce, real poems