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Dec 2014
with burnish of false veneer
he spouted words
to thine ear
as an unknowing
dill one listened
one had succumbed
to the warbler's charming
sound
that time honored adage
doth hold so true
be of guarded view
whence a dodgy line
is sold unto you
ne'er settle for a spurious
claim of love
the warbler
unto your heart
states his undying devotion
yet there is no substance
to his currency's
valuation
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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