I'm a stick of cigarette to you,
you light me,
smoke me,
and march me rough with shoe.
I trusted you
and wanted to wed you ,
you drank the palm wine
of a stranger and bed with him
they told me you did but I was
Thomas,
I never knew you were Judas.
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Guess the one...
isn't here yet. At least you know the truth! Better to know than to wait with false expectations! I think the word you want is: mash not marsh.
~ Geezer.
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Thanks. The word is march.
Thanks. The word is march.
Yes I'm here
My brother I'm here with you. Thanks for your contribution..Collins.