Friday, January 12, 2018
POEM D uped was I, a victim of deceit the ersatz: The handiwork of an impoverished soul; I knew him. Hurt came to offer his sympathies But I sent him away with a polite thank you. Some relations are best kept in abeyance Others, fit to be kept in the stables, tethered; for, can they be bettered?... Sign in
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