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He brought himself to her door
and begged
holding his voice above a whisper
in order not to wimper
but he was nothing more than her dog
and had no more pride left to swallow
Then she called me 
as her door closed him out
and he called me as she cut him down
Who was I but the balance
for a battle breached
not with me
naught to do with me
I return the receiver
put up my feet
and with a Dunhill and a Dewar's
I bask in a moment