Playing The Old Card Poem by Suzanna Chevalier
Playing The Old Card
It’s hard to believe
A women would be
That sick to cut her arm with a twig.
But if they have a motive
To do harm, are jealous,
Delusional it is no alarm…
For they do this stuff everyday
And of course get away…
Get away with it for they know they can play
Play the “Old Card” game to the max…
Look like the victim and give the other person no chance.
Friday, August 30, 2013
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Written by Suzanna Chevalier on August 29,2013
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