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Blunder?
Oh, this thunder,
Reminds me of the night of blunder.
Behind those blinds,
Where you stood, the sole contender.
When hearts were poised to surrender,
While there was no defender,
All that was left was to plunder.
Thinking of the night again, I ponder,
Was it just a blunder,
Or was I merely a bystander?
I wonder.

© P.S