Other Woman
J
James McLain
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Here is All your 'world' I think of some
When it spins round-
your world is mine,
within each side you teach,
You made it softer
and my hat,
I tip too you, because you knew, so few.
When other woman look at me,
I see their feelings deep in me-
Most ran to cities stop and cry.
Though few now dare to stop
and put aside there tears.
and step,
Past memories of what her,
once his was,
and Plath again walks bye.
Bu şiiri puanla
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