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WE'RE THROUGH
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COUNTRY POEMS
Don't come walking. Don't come knocking at my door.
You see, to me, don't come talking.
A message, don't ignore.
Again, don't show your face around my place.
If you come back to this place, anymore, I'll shut
the door.
We're through.
You, I'll show the door. Somewhere else, you'll need to go.
Another place, another face, you can explore.
If you arrive, you won't thrive. You won't feel alive.
Go, if you don't stop, I'll call the cops.
We're through.
