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She came from a distant view,
A sexy looker obviously;
All dressed and made up,
Promiscuous consequently.

She had a hardy heart,
Her tongue an acute blade;
One wrong move she needs,
Being nice is not her trade.

Bold and fierce as she could be,
She had no concern for other people,
With no rights but plenty wrongs;
She was anything but feeble.

He gave her his attention,
He was a genuine altruist;
Falling for her was a big mistake,
He was as solemn as an evangelist.

He endeavoured to correct her,
For her weaknesses were great;
A plan to rebuff her selfishness,
Unfortunately he was too late.

For him she was to difficult to control,
Like cherished gems his sensible words; 
Which derived from abundance of love,
She was spirited and free as flying birds.

By marrying her he signed and sealed,
He treated her well as wife and friend;
Grace, wisdom and charity he had,
Didn’t know she was an actual fiend.

His heart became a dead man’s heart,
For it did not function any more;
She poisoned him for his money,
Now she resides behind a cell door.

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