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Distillation
Abstract
If not for you, I'd not be in this fix--
You came to me, you smiled deep in my eyes.
I knew not then I'd feel grief's hot, sharp pricks;
No, I was coaxed by false love's lures and sighs.
Recommended Citation
Matthews, Mary W.
(1977)
"Distillation,"
Word Ways:
Vol. 10: Iss. 4, Article 4.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/wordways/vol10/iss4/4
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