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CURSED
For time to smack one in the face and catch him in his prime unfair, He must be in the human race and cursed like me -- beyond repair. What e’er he does is but for naught for all mistakes he makes are caught. The gains he thinks are his at last shall not be there; the die is cast. -------------------------- Written in the "Rispetto" style: 2 quatrains -- 1st abab; 2nd ccdd; iambic tetrameter (4 feet).
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