cad
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When Tad
Was a very shy Lad
He gave it all he had
And that was just too bad
But at least he wasn't a Cad
But that would of made him mad
So for that he was glad
And at least he can add
Always Gold
By R. M. Otto
I am a cad,
I am a liar
I want for all but can have none;
I yearn for hope
but am stricken from it.
All I deserve is the fire,
