4 A.M.

It's 4 A.M. and I haven't had any sleep all night.

My wife and I had a big fight.

She slapped me and I slapped her back.

She got her suitcases and started to pack.

She went to stay with her mother.

I want her back because I still love her.

We said stuff to each other that was pretty mean.

But if she comes back, I'll treat her like a queen.

She's beautiful and she's stacked.

She's one classy lady and that's a fact.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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