In appreciation of the creativity of my friend, whose love for poetry outmarched mine !
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Always wanting something light
Always tossed left and right
This last one was the height
Now her future's nothing bright
This ravishingly handsome bloke
The devil's master stroke
Bereft of ambition and a joke
Left her hymen and future broke
What now? Why do you mourn
What now? Why does your heart burn
Wish this one time you could be unborn
Too late, you took the wrong turn.
O/A.