|Tools (standard:poetry, 97 words)|
|Author: Dr.Strange||Added: Apr 28 2011||Views/Reads: 1938/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Beware you players of the game of love.|
Tools Heart broken fools, they look like gouls, and they eat their tools, and they in the end, are the tools, Before he cheets, he had better think, before she cheets, she had better believe, Heart broken fools, dressed up as gouls, that use their tools, and they are int the end, are the tools. And so the gouls, dressed up as fools, and are all of the players, in the game of love, jand so they had better remember, before they cheet. Pain of night, and rue by day, will follow their, footsteps, all the way. Tweet
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