The Scorn Of The Women

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The Scorn Of The Women

By Paul McCann

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Into the face of a man her angry tongue

with scorn had spoke.

She never stopped to consider

that he wasn’t a bad bloke,.

She went public with her fury

to destroy the good in him .

She was a snake with a forked tongue,

laced with poisonous venom .

Scorn not his simplicity ,

he was an innocent victim but

every woman who heard the scorn

thought the worst of him .

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