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The litter that matted the hay.
He was the one that lectured her
How to be a perfect woman
And devoted wife, but
She fed the brute
With the silver spoon, for he felt he was noble,
Deserving every mouthful of poisoned feed.
She fed the remainder of the feed
Into the open flame, to cover up
The rage that roared through her.
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