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WORDS II

Those things I said That made you laugh Were words of praise On your behalf The prose I used That made you cry Although profuse Were not a lie The poesy sent Of my desires Where meant for you To stoke your fires This poem which I write now of Was only meant For you my love But what I wrote You have neglected And what I’ve said You have rejected BOEMS BY JA 675

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