I knew a young man so conceited
That a glance at his face made you heated.
One night, playing whist,
He was slapped on the wrist,
Because some one said that he cheated.
Oh Scissors!
Edwin C. Ranck
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Poem topics: night, young, face, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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