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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>(Lyric Poems) To Whom Shall I Tell The Tragedy Of Our Illicit Romance?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beloved.To whom shall I tell<br>The tragedy of our illicit romance? <br>Darling.Do you love your husband<br>Truly and heartily and justly? <br>Sweetheart.You take the cellphone<br>The phone rings.You call us to <br>Party with you at your hard working<br>And much maligned hubby's expense<br>You're the star expert hostess tonight<br>You entertain us.You're loving you are <br>In your element you sing like the little<br>Bird when you see us wolf down the <br>Exquisite Mediterranean dishes you serve<br>And your despised husband...he's the<br>One who looks for the crumbs who rushes<br>Out of the sight of the titled guests...<br>He hides under the bed in the children's<br>Room and doesn't show his face lest his<br>Huggared and rugged and rough appearance<br>Should peep in and cause offense<br>Sweet love.Have a heart and show mercy<br>And with love attend to the needs of<br>Your caring loving husband</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No way boy.You got me wrong my love<br>My husband understands<br>He is fine he is comfortable so long as<br>He doesn't fret about this hearty situation<br>And he deserves what he gets<br>Eat and drink and dance with me<br>Dangling like a leaf in your arms my love<br>The days are longer and we are in love<br>Don't worry about tomorrow<br>Come and hold me in your arms<br>Give me a kiss<br>Then I'll be off to attend to the<br>Wounded pride of my husband</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear love.For how long shall we go on and<br>Fool ourselves and be arrogant and think not your<br>Husband is plotting the chilling come<br>Back of his merciless revenge? You blundered<br>My love.The biggest mistake was for you<br>To get him a job and now he's our colleague<br>And we humiliate him the worst of the<br>Bawdy jokes are authored by you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not my business<br>If he's so grumpy and gloomy whatever ails him<br>It's his pre historic misfortune <br>To lack the sense of humor<br>The moon is bright outside<br>You're in the right mood for love<br>I'm passionate about you<br>Oh stop fearing the unknown<br>The unknown moon has issued the challenge<br>Take me in your arms<br>And lay me down under the bright moon light<br>And make love to me in the glare <br>Of the naughty peeping stars<br>Then we'll worry about the sight<br>Of my weeping husband hovering<br>Large and threatening over the sight<br>Of our last romp on the grass of mother earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweetheart look over your shoulder<br>And he is looming large and danger is lurking over us<br>And he is pulling the illicit trigger my love<br>Who will tell the tragedy of our illicit<br>Romance when we're buried under the grass of mother earth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ngaka+Motaung">Ngaka Motaung</a><div class=q>
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The tragedy of our illicit romance? 
Darling.Do you love your husband
Truly and heartily and justly? 
Sweetheart.You take the cellphone
The phone rings.You call us to 
Party with you at your hard working
And much malig..."></div>
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