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A Wronged Spinster
The fire in her kindled,
All too soon dwindled:
Nearly in a twinkle
That made her laugh a crinkle
While her forehead described a wrinkle…
Max’s disappearance shall ears tingle,
For remain she will single;
Alone with lover-fed pringle…
Things haven’t been at all simple.
And she’s beautiful, no face pimple.
The harshest of prices for love in ample
By one merely longing to emerge An Example…
Now she’ll have to damn it and ahead go to show it:
A Wronged-By-God Spinster,
Her Absconding Max, A church Minister.
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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