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Strike Three

I hurt and cry all alone
No reason to call you on the phone
Strike three! screams out the voice in my head
Damn! Struck out again, another love shot dead.

What's wrong with me, am I not a good man?
I give my all to these women, all that I can
Rejection is the final blow
What to do now, I just don't know.
Strike three, I'm out of love again...

© 1999 Rob Murphy

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