To my ex flame.

A bottle of tequila makes you fun

The small and mighty L word makes you run

Those must be some sharp sneakers because you turned petty

quick

You ran with all your might to escape me

Burned yourself with your own wick

Bet you wish you had me

Does she do the trick

I was

d

r

o

p

p

e

d

!

SLOWLY and CLEARLY……………..

Grosso Bastido………………………………………………..

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