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Caught her in the act;
she must have been on crack.
To bring in this house,
a man in my bed.
After all I've done for her these years.
She looked me in the eyes with fright,
when I turned on those God darn lights.
What about her?
No, What about him?
He was my "Best Man" at the wedding,
he was my closest friend.
"Sweetheart, I can explain!"
Explain what?
Why you messing with my brain?
(It was the only exit in the room,
the guy jumped out the window,
like a witch on a broom)
I am upset,
but no need to fret.
Why she did this to me,
I will never know.
But sure enough,
one of us had to go...
- Vee Nelly, Author & Poet
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