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Dialogue In Verse

Rating: 3.0

_Jack._ Seest thou not yon farmer's son?
He hath stoln my love from me, alas!
What shall I do? I am undone;
My heart will ne'er be as it was.
O, but he gives her gay gold rings,
And tufted gloves [for] holiday,
And many other goodly things,
That hath stoln my love away.

_Friend._ Let him give her gay gold rings

Or tufted gloves, were they ne'er so [gay];
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kristina Tapayan 05 September 2016

This poem is AMAZING! !

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Susan Williams 05 September 2016

A fun read. Cupid at play! Nan sure set that feller down

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Michael Morgan 05 September 2016

a sly (and very covered) re-telling of the oldest story in the world. Not great poetry but amusing. Half the fun lies in the de-coding. MM

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Ratnakar Mandlik 05 September 2016

An amusing story poem presented through conversation in verse. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 September 2016

They should not carry the wench away! Thanks for sharing.

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