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WORDS II
Those things I said
That made you laugh
Were words of praise
On your behalf
The prose I used
That made you cry
Although profuse
Were not a lie
The poesy sent
Of my desires
Where meant for you
To stoke your fires
This poem which
I write now of
Was only meant
For you my love
But what I wrote
You have neglected
And what I’ve said
You have rejected
BOEMS BY JA 675
