You Were Never A Lady - Poem by Patti Masterman
Nine times at least, I groveled for your friendship;
Nine times nine more, I forgave all your spite;
Nine hundred now, cannot begin to tell you,
Of times your words, in me did truly fight.
One time God moved, to place you in my life;
I chose a mate, and then he did the rest;
This time let God forgive your many errors-
I swear to God, I've had enough of tests.
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