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Found Poetry: Puppet

Although you do me greater harm
are not you now as you loved me?
Shall I, by my life, desire out of doubt?
You thief come by night!
Shame, my gentle puppet.
The game I perceive, she hath prevailed
because I am so low.

(Ref: “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” (Act III Scene ii) by William Shakespeare)

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