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BITTER QUARREL
He flung his words clear across the room,
Unloving, cruel and curt;
And her retort was just as quick and sharp
Because her feelings and pride he had hurt.
He slammed the door,
She built a wall,
While Cupid wept in vain.
And Love stood by in lonely grief
And wrung Her hands in total disbelief.
Why must the Heart to Tongue defer
When she loves him
And he loves her?
