Loneliness lives in the mind
Where a wench feels alone
When a wanderer a wand blind and unkind
With no reason to condone a zodiac zone.
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Loneliness loosens liberty
Where a wench feels like a slave
When a wanderer whips puberty
With no reason to envy a knave.
Wow Sir, what a Stanza.
Loved it and thanks a million times for sharing this lovely poem.
10.
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Loneliness loosens liberty Where a wench feels like a slave When a wanderer whips puberty With no reason to envy a knave. Wow Sir, what a Stanza. Loved it and thanks a million times for sharing this lovely poem. 10.