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WIFELY REVENGE
When we married I was in, Your love, totally blind. I did not know that in you A Satan I would find. I did not know but you have Taught me what is abuse. Your hand, not your head or heart, You are more prone to use. You don't like my skin be fair. You beat me black and blue. You are the complainant and My judge and jailor, too. I can't take it any more, I'll take revenge today. Why not do to you, what you Do to me every day? When you come this evening and Cause another battle, Why not pick a knife and give A blow, though not fatal? This may well surprise you or, It may make you distraught. But in doing so I would Have, you, a lesson taught. * Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format. * Initially posted as item 713248, which was deleted and replaced on 2 April 2005 by entry ID # 338549 in "WOMEN'S AND GENDER ISSUES" M C Gupta 1 July 2003
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