I’ve created such a mess
I am here to confess
There’s no way for me to justify my actions
Though I’m taking all the blame
I cannot supply her name
But I offer you my unreserved retractions
I’ve been missing you so much
You know I pine for your touch
I was parched for your love and for your kindness
I really wasn’t thinking
After she and I’d been drinking
Please forgive me for my temporary blindness
So what have you done?
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Nothing …. nothing …. I am innocent of all charges.
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I had two responses in mind: “et tu Brute?” and my own, “not likely, bud”
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In reality I would never, of course, even dream of such behaviour.
Well …. I might dream of it …. but can one be held responsible for one’s dreams?
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lol you do like to carry on … 😉
Nicely written
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Tsk – Tsk.
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