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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>True Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I don't love you anymore</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Cos I love me more! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> It's I adore, not you! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> He left, after admiring himself in the glass</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> <br> But he didn't move very fast he was well over sixty two</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> And as he walked by, she knew, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> His middle life crisis was well overdue</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> It happened at two, every day</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> When he got his own way </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But by three he was back for his tea, toast and ices</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> His vices forgotten his memory was rotten</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> His suitcase was slung in the hall</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> It was a matter of pride, that she stayed by his side, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> <br> Though she confessed 'I never loved him, at all! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a></strong></div>

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