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I cleared my table,
didn't shed a tear
from everything of mine
the belonged to you
I drove home slowly
cleaned my windows
no pain was felt
I think the speed took it
I got into the shower
and got rid of my day
and night and confusion
didn't understand- but it was all OK
I dusted all around
sparkle like new
the dirt you left
was then dust to be gone
Changed my sheets
and slept on my big white bed
and then a tiny pinch
that was all it was
morning, of a new me
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Thank you for
your learnt
comment. I
shall be more
than happy if
you could erase
all of my works
from your site.
Now that I have
seen your style
and rudeness, I
do no wish to
be in you site,
regerdless of
the quality of
works.
With kind
regards,
Stagewriter
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המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.