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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Man's Plead
[time] => 2003-12-04 17:59:43
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[bodytext] => It was a cold and rainy September day There were no children out to play As I walked I thought unthinkable thoughts For at my home I knew I’d find what I sought I turned in to the walkway that lead to our house The one where so many fights were about I knew when I arrived I would not be welcomed But for her I came even if it was me she no longer loved I tried to woo her in with thoughts of a life that would never end I tried to show her my attentions were not from sin But she refused to listen and believe my words were true She disbelieved that I had forgotten the nights when others I had pursed She only made things worse When from her mouth my name she did curse Into anger I violently arose Tearing and pulling at her lovely clothes I knew not what had become of me And for her life she began to plead Who was this man I has become Form where did all this hatred come Before long I had become some one else No longer in control of my self I did not know what I had done For the only thing I loved I had ruined I did it not out of spite or fear But out of the thought of a life without her that,I just could not bare So to see her go now with no other Would please me more than to see her with any another So this is my story of love that went array And she shall not live another day So for my life I get down on my knees And to you I so shamefully plead [comments] => 3 [counter] => 299 [topic] => 22 [informant] => misstressdistrubed [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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