The ‘F’ Word

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Unrhymed Poetenry

The ‘F’ word pops up,


As a spring in my mind,


As soon as a name,


And a face appear!


 

He is the reincarnation of Iago,


Maybe of Shylock,


Or Hitler perhaps,


A Mephistopheles in disguise!


 

I am waiting for the apt moment,

 

I will certainly teach him a good lesson!

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