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 |  My journal of Abba's music, short stories and poems for a contest. |
| Why do I put up with you? You lie, you cheat on me and I take you back. I know you will always come back. Why? You're a bang-a- boomerang. You will stray but come back. Making someone happy is a question of give and take. Love is always around and you can look for it anywhere. You hug me, you tell me you love me and other women mean nothing to you. I love you. I really do and you have money and you share it with me. I over look your faults and work for your father's company. I am faithful to you but I love your money more then I do you. We both benefit from this relationship. Darling, have your fun and give me money to go to Paris and keep me buying what ever I want. I fell in love with you but after all your affairs, you owe me. Like a bang, a boom-a-boomerang, a boom-a- boomerang is love.You and your money will always be my two loves. Dance with me, hold me and kiss me. Maybe we deserve each other. Who knows?  |
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