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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tell me lies
[time] => 2019-01-10 05:23:39
[hometext] => He could make me believe anything.
[bodytext] => I’m tired of blonde he said you know, when my hair turned gray.
Some extra weight on you looks great; it’s healthier they say!
Some have wrinkles, you have crinkles, from the smiles we`ve shared.
And glasses make you look so smart; Lets get a second pair!
Others wobble or they toddle but, my sweet, you sway.
Walk slower while I contemplate that gentle svelt sashe!
Love grows cold in time I’m told. We take it all for granted.
It`s true some age to witches brew; But you improve decanted!
When our fires an embers glow, I`ll not forget you know,
Every little lie you`ve told; To make me love you so.
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