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Poetry
Last Updated: 08/05/2008 20:34:04
The Coward
By Laurenceaux

The coward
couldn't tell the truth
the coward
could only lie.
The coward
deceived and tricked,
the coward
played the injured
lapped the sympathy
and the coward set to cry.
The coward
wouldn't tell the truth
played her hand with flair,
and the coward got her way in the end
for I no-longer want to be there.

Copyright © Laurenceaux 2008

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