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

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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.
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