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Friday, April 6, 2012

The stranger we loved to hate

Once a scary haggard stranger
Fuming with fiery, sordid anger
All words dripping in fluent glib
Upset the sanctuary of our crib

She seized our air and comfort
Exchanged for pain thenceforth
But on the third day of that hell   
We were sad as she bid farewell

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