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IMPOSTER: a sonnet
You came and looked at me as if in trance And told me that I had bewitched you so. You said you were maddened by my fragrance, Saying that in your heart my love did grow. I was a girl not even yet sixteen While you had seen more than half of the world. You said one like me you had never seen. And I easily did believe your word. This seemed to make you rather too much bold. I thought it was just a bit of sherry. The real truth was but yet to unfold. You took my all, playing but treachery. Too late did I know your true character. You were nothing but just an imposter. * Awarded second place in the “Spidey's Weekly Poetry Contest”, "Spidey's Weekly Poetry Contest" M C Gupta 22 August 2008
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