Grace Blue Poems

In the stocks today, shackles round your ankles,

Hear ye! Hear ye! Do listen to this story.
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You like to work far away from your hellhole home,

Where she sits and simpers and sleeps,
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Harsh pain sears through, heavy hurt, ringing ears,
The silent drip drop of invisible tears,
Clenched teeth, just bear it, you'll pull through.
Love? You're not sure. Devotion? Maybe.
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