A dirge for the hoodwinked
He lived by the ditch,
believed the witch,
entangled himself in a
web of inextricable hitch,
He was lured and loved
not by the gabardine jacket,
but the coils of vile lies,
Comatose, he used to be day by day,
Hudibras she practiced,
hollering she suppressed,
it is too late to bridge the hiatus,
Only He can restore the status.
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