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I was smote

By the words she wrote

And at first I thought it was a joke,

She had left me for another bloke

So I decided to drink myself silly on rum and coke,

Only to find out in the morning I was now broke,

Now I am wishing that I never woke

And be reminded of the pain she decided to evoke,

It was if what she did was truly bespoke,

But the reality is now I wear an impenetrable cloak

That wards off love right up until the day I croak.