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His Wedded Wife

Rudyard Kipling

Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each
Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes
Asking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain
Some centuries ago across the world.
This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain
To-day.

(C) Rudyard Kipling
01/01/2000


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