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    Thugsday

    THUGSDAY

    I am penning this from the wells of pain
    Flowing within this very stream
    With lots of words to rain
    and letters that sounds so mean.

    I used to believe love is all but sweet
    When you find one who's meet,
    Who's ripe for your heart to pluck
    not minding the locks.

    You tore down my Shield
    and became the sheriff.
    You brought me down your lead
    And left me on the cliff.

    I wish you could feel what I feel
    Wishes are horses right?
    But I'm no beggar on its Kneels
    I'm a thug tamed by your sight
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