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About This Poem
The Wrath of a Woman
Sure I cheated on you,
maybe one or two or ten times.
You said we could start anew,
and that we would be just fine.
I told you I was sorry,
and I felt really bad.
You told me not to worry,
that you weren't even mad.
And that's when you got even,
you sold all of my possessions.
You banged my best friend
Stephen,
and published my confessions.
And so there it is, the
vengeance is yours.
The wrath of a woman ever so
pure.
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