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Nemesis
her tongue was always sharp
a feisty often ferocious maid
until she met her nemesis,a
spouse fit to blunt her blade
oh, my task was far from easy
many the battles we did fight
she refused to give up easily
but one day she saw the light
she wanted to go out I didn't
defying me she partied away
she got home the door locked
saw the price she had to pay
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Monday 26th April 2021 11:48 am
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