Take it back
I heard him say
That's not a fact
Now go away
But he couldn't hide the truth
From all in town
The word was out - struth
It had got around
So in the end
The black eye given
He did not defend
As he felt he was driven
For once it's known
In all that's said
It could not be unknown
Even if he wished it in his dread.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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