Thou've strangled to death joy that once was mine
With thy undying rage that never quench.
With less love and more hate, thou maketh a shrine
From thy bowel, which unpleasantly stench.
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I Shall Fight Her Course
I, too wish to come of heroic deed,
By conquering the heart of a rose i saw.
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A Maiden's Plight: Master's Reply
Shall i be kindle as dew on a leaf,
Let thy transgressions ride up'n my pride?
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There was once a time when lived a golden wall.
Laden with fancy tile, untrodden floor.
Before it were crystal hue, made to stand tall.
None did lived to bend its unbending lore.
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It was on a bright summer day
I's sp'rited in dashing gay blade
Noon had died into nightly sway
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'If I get a nickel for life's every downturn
I would be rich as gold, priceless as diamond
Princely as the speckles of silver that's never out-worn
And perhaps be pampered as queens and pearls bond.
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You wield the wand of sorcery with your eyes
Your lanky legs stirs the wind, make it slice.
You reap poor heaven of its silvery lines
You cast aloft your head the luscious signs.
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If her hips is at mortal sum
Then all men shall dear her fine form
If her lips is soft and roseate
What moral fact shall she create?
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