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such fine dark eyes

before my mind's most wicked eye

along then trots the aristocratic face

of a handsome angry stranger

in soft fawn breeches and rider's crop

and tie

my mind failed me at every possible turn

to the point of a too fond heart's quiet

crossing

such flair of truth pains me now

for any form of justice can never hope to

be served

when our parting has become a forced but

necessary endeavor

as no polite arch in society's stinging brow

will we ever likely together be glossing

all structure of hope dissolves beneath a

tongue that remains far too tart and unduly

clever

I hear the sweet dulcet tones of remorse

whisper away all my carefully felt sorrows

upon the wind

why, I am in love with you my dear reproachful

sir

but your much too harshly expressed arrogance

I can not accept nor even tolerantly understand

so from you I exact the price of your never

seeing me in any form of light whether good or

bad ever again

as every PRIDE deserves a certain degree of

satisfaction either in earnest AND or PREJUDICE

jest

may your future unsuspecting acquaintances

allow you such cold liberty and license when

your high opinions come to weigh far more than

these of yours I have merely but most accurately

upon guessed

or so you say

s, to you sir without any further adieau

I bid you only the most polite good riddance

and of course a good day...................

(Sept. 1, 1996)