A hanging

a poem by Ash sarge, USA

How have I doubted,
That new chain you wear,
Is not the same stuffs,
As your worn colored thoughts.

And how had I doubted,
The pins you pushed into,
The poor baby's doll.

Put on the ribbons,
Love to dance once again,
Come gamble with affections,
Roll the dice for chance .

A cup of wine,
To redden the cheeks,
And powder to dry your tears.
The numbers,
Are almost in order,
Lovely still, is your neck.

Wish I hadn't doubted,
Wish you had more love,
A gambling hand cannot win.
Over pin pricked babes,

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