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Calling a Woman Tart

I don't see the funny part 
Of calling a woman Tart:
What you now plan to restart 
And just burn a happy heart 

Words of mischief stacked in cart 
Had never won Purple Heart 
The loosed tongue may around dart 
But don't fail to smell like fart 

I foresee some tomorrow 
Face of repentance borrow;
The hacked heart still in sorrow:
Tina's: tears fill a barrow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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