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THAT SELFISH WOMAN


A thousand of favours from me she drew
 And one by one, in the river she threw 
O what a woman with friendless command
 Speaks of love but stretching out her selfish hand


Her eyes stuck all over my face
 Her love had no dwelling, why did I give her a place?
For the fear of mishap has captured me be loaf 
See how she has made my appetite found aloof

What a needless and worthless treasure, I must sell She wants to empty my entire fountain in her well 
I will surely tear her and break her in twain Storming her life with destruction and rain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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