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Shame On Me

You are such a bad idea,

I should know better by now.

how does it go?

fool me once....

I'm a fool far more then that.

The Greeks saw love as a kind of madness

how fitting,

that I try again and again

expecting a different result.

If our tale is written of,

then I am Hosea

and you're Miss Kate.

commanded, I'll show love again.

but when you go to leave,

please,

don't shoot

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hunter-miller
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Published
Apr 22, 2012
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