Rhymes of My Times
Monday, January 12, 2015
Opening Gambit
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The few words she spoke, both prim and tart,
Made it clear we’re still miles, miles apart.
“You’re a prick, don’t you see?
And I’m sure you’ll agree
That your suit is way, way off the chart.”
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