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Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

A Hate-Song


A hater he came and sat by a ditch,
And he took an old cracked lute;
And he sang a song which was more of a screech
'Gainst a woman that was a brute.

Submitted: Thursday, April 01, 2010
Edited: Monday, May 09, 2011

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