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By Justin Case Submitted by jwb71913 Date: 2003 May 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.18.22.04.26783]] |
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I get into the car, and double check I park and look, while locking the doors You are not there; you have had a wreck I go to the kitchen to mop the floors The trust I gave and the love I offered Is just garbage on the floor The temptation is to let them sit And walk right out the door But I will clean this lovely mess Make ready for captain's meal Tomorrow is a new card game And you're not there to deal Once more the arrow I will take Once more the cruel bombast For Cupid seems the devils' agent How long must this ache last? Tuesday's child, not full of grace Instead just wilted loss A dream believed in by a fool And paid at such dear cost Don't talk to me of wrinkled tin The roof won't keep me dry I tried to do the honest thing Now all I do is cry |