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April 26, 2011
First you were a poet,
who tangled words to webs.
And with these words, I felt a thing,
quite like the water’s ebbs.
Then you were a pirate,
who took my heart to keep.
And though I held it dear to me,
I could not make me weep.
Next you were a joker,
who played some dirty tricks.
And so I felt like your guitar,
on which you played mean licks.
Last you were a hangman,
who tightened up my noose.
And despite my previous struggles,
I was hurt to be set loose.
© Erin W., Highland Village, TX
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