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She asked me how love gets along with me all by myself. Wonders how I keep from getting dust upon that shelf. She wanted to know how a man like me ends up alone, anyway. 'Was I breakin' all the rules of love and the games that people play. I said not too many hangin' round of all the ones I meet. In time they always find that I'm on the bitter side of sweet. She huddled on the gate on my block where I always catch my bus. An' I hoped it wouldn't stop today, there'd just be the two of us. But it showed up like it always does, about twenty minutes late. I told her it'd right along but she said she couldn't wait. She didn't need any assistance in putting some distance, between us on that empty street. She was of a mind, in record time that I'm on the bitter side of sweet. That I act this was is really no my fault. It just means all the sweet things I got to say, Come along with a grain of salt. It's no wonder I'm not scoring points, I'm always out of bounds. If any wise willed words convince the point, I'm foolish by the pound. An' a fool can see no one believes what's rollin' off my tongue. An' I've never seen a recipe for sweet talkin' anyone. I could have written a book on the lessons I took in the agony of defeat. An showed you all the signs between the lines on the bitter side of sweet. Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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