Parted Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Parted

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SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
So I staked my soul to win it.
We wed and parted on her complaint,
And both were a bit of barter,
Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint,
I'll swear that she's no martyr.

Friday, April 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ohio / United States
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