March 19, 2009
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What one would have thought that you,

The one who was oh so testy,
Were to have been benevolent.

While wishing the clock went
Left, I could only speak to
The woe left to poke at me.

No tears left my eyes
As I saw your soul set forth
Its way to hell.

I despised you. Fair well

One heinous word
Destroyed all the admirable images
Of you.

It was the label you
Stuck to my head
The word

No more did I fancy you.

Until now,
Thousands has the clock cycled right
With stories of you in between.
She declared you were a saint.

What my youthful mind
Must have missed.
For you did cherish me.

I am sorry.

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