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Sit still I say and dispense with heroics	A
I hurt your wrists Well you have hurt me	B
It is time you found out that all men are not stoics	A
Nor toys to be used as your mood may be	B
I will not let go of your hands nor leave you	C
Until I have spoken No man you say	D
Dared ever so treat you before I believe you	C
For you have dealt only with boys till to day	D
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You women lay stress on your fine perception	E
Your intuitions are prated about	F
You claim an occult sort of conception	E
Of matters which men must reason out	F
So then of course when you asked me kindly	B
'To call again soon ' you read my heart	G
I cannot believe you were acting blindly	B
You saw my passion for you from the start	G
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You are one of those women who charm without trying	H
The clay you are made of is magnet ore	I
And I am the steel yet there's no denying	H
You led me to loving you more and more	I
You are fanning a flame that may burn too brightly	B
Oft easily kindled but hard to put out	F
I am not a man to be played with lightly	B
To come at a gesture and go at a pout	F
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A brute you call me a creature inhuman	E
You say I insult you and bid me go	J
And you Oh you are a saintly woman	E
With thoughts as pure as the drifted snow	J
Pah you are but one of a thousand beauties	K
Who think they are living exemplary lives	L
They break no commandments and do all their duties	K
As Christian women and spotless wives	M
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But with drooping of lids and lifting of faces	N
And baring of shoulders and well timed sighs	O
And the devil knows what other subtle graces	P
You are mental wantons who sin with the eyes	O
You lure love to wake yet bid it keep under	Q
You tempt us to fall but bid reason control	R
And then you are full of an outraged wonder	Q
When we get to wanting you body and soul	R
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Why look at yourself You were no stranger	Q
To the fact that my heart was already on fire	Q
When you asked me to call you knew my danger	Q
Yet here you are dressed in the gown I admire	S
For half of the evil on earth is invented	T
By vain pretty women with nothing to do	C
But to keep themselves manicured powdered and scented	U
And seek for sensations amusing and new	C
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But when I play at love at a lady's commanding	H
I always am certain to win one game	V
So there there there I will leave my branding	H
On the lips that are free now to cry 'Shame shame '	-
You hate me Quite likely It does not surprise me	B
Brute force I confess it but still you were kissed	W
And one thing is certain you cannot despise me	B
For having been played with controlled and dismissed	W
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And the next time you see that a man is attracted	T
By the beauty and graces that are not for him	X
Don't lead him on to be half distracted	T
Keep out of deep waters although you can swim	X
For when he is caught in the whirlpool of passion	E
Where many bold swimmers are seen to drown	Y
A man will reach out and in desperate fashion	E
Will drag whoever is nearest him down	Y
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Though the strings of his heart may be wrenched and riven	E
By a maiden coquette who has led him along	Z
She can be pardoned excused and forgiven	E
For innocence blindfolded walks into wrong	Z
But she who has willingly taken the fetter	Q
That Cupid forges at Hymen's command	A2
Well she is the woman who ought to know better	Q
She needs no mercy at any man's hand	A2
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In the game of hearts though a woman be winner	Q
The odds are ever against her you know	J
The world is ready to call her a sinner	Q
And man is ready to make her so	J
Shame is likely and sorrow is certain	E
And the man has the best of it end as it may	D
So now my lady we'll drop the curtain	E
And put out the lights We are through with our play	D

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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