| I saw the happy pair pass by, Newly wed midst joy and acclamation, One simple English word thought I, Exactly summed the situation. But years have passed and love is slain, And now they go divergent ways, For they have been divorced. Again, one word quite fits the case. The second word is like the first, Two central letters just reversed. |
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| Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, Cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, But that’s because you never know me at all.
What am I? |
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| A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky, Atop a tender strand, Rising from the land, “Til killed by maiden’s hand, Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.” |
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| Excluded from the others, often used to rate, My position once used to decide another’s fate.
What am I? |
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