MERDE!
when their secret liaisons have been publicly bared –
MERDE!
when they lose a lover for whom they deeply cared –
MERDE!
when a planned seduction hasn’t fared –
MERDE!
when a promising mistress is running scared –
MERDE!
when by censorship their free speech is impaired –
MERDE!
Le ci-dessus
c’est pour vous
Marc (Ronberge) ..
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