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Every woman desires a man around her finger.
But when a man is paid enough, the second man is a ringer.
Bending the man until she breaks;
Her own broken hand is where he weeps.
The child will be a rogue, bound half to mother.
And when he takes another,
The father drowns
And the son dies in the prison cell smothered.
This was no design by fate or chance!
Just a cartoonist's idea,
Of Lancelot's lance.
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Coalhouse says: Dope |
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mlowe5 says: And the "hand" that be well-fingered, waves in the face of the other hand's eventual fate. Deep write. Thanks for the share, cheater12. Peace and Love. |
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