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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required PROMISING YOUNG MAN Hear the travails of a single mother Traded her heaven for love But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran Now she cries aloud to every woman Be ware of a promising young man He promised to move me mountains He vowed to spring forth like fountains At my faintest whisper when in need And called on cupid to strike him stupid If he is short of a word or letter in his creed He stands and mopes as though lost in lust It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust He calls my left keg wonderful And the right he christened as powerful Both together he called beautiful He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes That heaven is hid between my very thighs And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven He said my presence did make him shiver And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river If only I would be his all in one miss He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven
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