(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

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Unfortunate Coincidence

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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