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I wrote a story that was pretty obscene

And it was published in a dirty magazine

And I heard it quoted by my good friend b

But I never let her know that the author was me

Because my dad is preacher

Moms a conservative teacher

And  I’d feel terrible putting them in a publicity rut

Local newspapers calling the fathers daughter a slut

No thanks

No way

 I just needed a release

So I wrote a errant sex driven piece

My conscience says keep quiet so that’s what I’ll do

So I guess  you’ll never know that sinful story

Was conjured by me

For you 

Redundant Remarks

Who knew that we could fall so fast

And  feel so much all at once

Everyone thought I was absurd

For concerning my heart with someone across the damn ocean

You’d promised of me you’d never tire

But that promise was made with a date to expire

Who knew

That 6 months would come and go

And the dates we made came to be made of

No-shows and memories we didn't make

I guess I should have guessed that your words were empty

And that you’d leave me in the dark

Your blog title quite literally means

Redundant remark