DO NOT TRY MY PATIENCE
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Oh Carolyn,
Do not try my patience
Of which there is little.
Do not lie to me
Because you think
You do not deserve
Happiness.
The king does not wait
Upon the pleasure of the handmaids
In the palace.
It is they that wait
Upon his pleasure.Speak as an adult, I pray you.
Let your word be "yea",
Or even "nay".
Be hot or cold
But be not lukewarm.
For then I cannot swallow you
But must by all means
Spit you out!
For the king cannot abide
The mind
Of a child
Within the body of a woman.
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