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Thrice a Widow

She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
	She sobbed away sorrows in black
	When she discovered the knapsack
	In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
	And her head and palm greeted, smack!
	Like his body met the floor, thwack!
	The house empty, less her they track
Hardened heart, hollowed like a tomb
Was it lover's spat or planned doom?


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Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried.

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Justin Bordner

Date: 6/12/2014 1:03:00 PM

A most marvelous write of love's exploitation Riverbank! " Hardened heart, like hollow tomb..." spoken with true feeling. Maybe she should looke for something more pure in her lovers, put a stop to fatal grief, and give love as much as she needs love. This poem has all the elements of masterful Art, it is a FAV., and a strong story, thank you for being so talented. J.A.B.