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When we met,
I was gold.
When we kissed,
I was sold.
When we wed,
I was glad.
When we left,
I was sad.
When we lived,
I was shocked.
When we birthed,
I was mocked.
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When we hurt,
I was weak.
When we prayed,
I was meek.
Still your gold,
All glossed and varnished.
I hope your trophy...
Though, now, quite tarnished.
JMJ
Long-Skirts
5/21/04
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