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by KellynGailen Nov 28, 2013 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
This is the last straw 'Cause you're walking on thin ice, And the cat got your tongue How typical. Put your foot in your mouth, Hit the road And cry me a river. I'm giving you the cold shoulder, But your head is in the clouds. I'm playing you the worlds tiniest violin Because you lie like a rug And you expect me to keep my lips sealed.