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The spinster and sycophant

How could a man be so cruel, i was thinking at deep How could one make her weep , i was thinking at deep she was a spinster,,and it was all she made for her The abiogenesis of emotions never grew as she met a sycophant It was all abnegated as she was a shrew, While he was a taciture with a misogynistic heart She was all fastidious but he always had a belief Nothing is much balefulI unless we are not eccentric Unless we are ascetic holding the parasol It is only then all sycophants would die It is only then when spinsters would have their men When there is no intestatement of a soul

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