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FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM

First Line: I HAD A FRIEND, BUT HE
Last Line: MY ULCER FESTERING.
I had a friend, but he
Was no true friend to me;
A wound he was, that tore
My heart, and pained me sore.

He gloated to espy
Me slip, then like a fly
He swooped, rejoiced to sting
My ulcer festering.



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