You only wanted some tattered part of my hat;
I vain, I couldn't blame your two lips, what is that?
More than done, I still wanted you to use me then,
But lost I was, you too in some dream tiger's den.
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I kicking at serious— what could have been right, Love had its blinders, at least a curious spring, Up am I a ravenous hill remembering.....nicely Penned