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Apr 2018
I once saw a ruffian young
A would be brute
At home, no doubt,
In the grubby grecian clubs
So unworthy of their legacy.

The tilt of chin, and cocksure slant of eye
Told of a life most lived
In unimpressed contempt.
But then he met his girl, and,

The crafted affect cracked like plaster;
No more the aping swagger
Nor the bumptious over pluck
Instead,

An unhid grin.
And an unhid soul.
And the rapid intuition
Peculiar to lovers.
#love
Written by
Adilson Smith
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