Do I really need a lesson 

When I’m guessing

Whose been messing

With my friendship bone for nearly half a year?

Now I’m not one for confessing

Or expressing

My succession 

When I’m left outside to dry . Oh let me hear,

How in life there is aggression

No concession 

For oppression

But a good deed needs to last  but this I fear.

I don’t stand for evanescent

Adolescent

Prepubescent 

Quests of lies/ deceit/ you’re just plane insincere 

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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