Boasting Of Nothing - Poem by Queen Jane
How clever he was to convey such a message
As she stared cross-eyed
He continued his contradictions.
They delighted in each other
And in destitution departed
With ease she moved
Without much effort.
What a farce it had been
And so fickle her heart
Firmly fixated on the love that was lost
And boasting of nothing,
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