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would succumb to the wale
of his memoirs' wrath
and wither by the gale
of the writer's breath

the aversion he tasted
thru the years of woe,
and the anguish wasted,
allege him his evilly sow

the long gone dead
and their castrate journals,
allow a tear to be bled
on old, offensive portals.

would lay prostrate and still,
reciting the jots of ink;
a wench to his wicked will,
the page his passion drink

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