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WHO
Who told thee - -
That thou were naked?
Or the need to run and hide,
Yesterday, I came, in the cool of the day;
As a companion, by your side.
What caused a fear, to obsess you?
As you partook, and ate;
Your realm, was all of Eden,
Your decision, is the cause. of your fate.
Did hiding, solve your problem?
Or cause sweat, to appear, on your brow;
You knew, I would call you, in question
Eventually - So why not now.
Was, the woman, the fly, in the ointment,
Did she really force you, to eat?
Would your flimsy excuse, be sufficient,
hat would cause me to honor, defeat,
Your excuse, has set, a standard,
To be used, by men, through time;
"Oh God, you would never believe it,
What I suffer, from this woman, of mine."
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Wallace and Morehead
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