For those whose salve is lonely pain by Edgar Whitman Wilde

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Nov 2012

Thou hast bequeathed me

Difficult circumstance

A Monster of iniquity

Where comedy and tragedy

Form themselves upon

The rhythms of my life

One that is not

Impoverished of ridicule

Written by

Edgar Whitman Wilde

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