Decisions
By poetoflove
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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She stood ootside the toon hall, tears streamin doon her face
A wee bairn in her aerms
Co'ered in bruises, she waws black an blue
And trembling tae the bone tae
Shud she gan back? Nae, nae, nae
But how cud she leave him when she luved 'im sae
She turned her back 'n fled
Tae whare she didnae ken.
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