Having taken off
for a ride by men
she became mad. 
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Loneliness is a Fear.
Like a mad man he dashed out.
In the grip of fear he shouted.
Terrified his heart almost jumped out.
He was shattered without a let out.
His loneliness gobbled him out.
Friends or foe had he in the clout?
He could have shared with his friends throughout.
He would have fought with his foes without a doubt.
Lo! he stood alone from the crowd like a silhouette.
With eyes wide open he blinked like a distraught.
With sensibility perfect he appeared like a laggard
With stature perfect but he looked like an upstart.
Keeping away had made him a desolate grumpy haggard
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Who Do You Call Mad?
A man with unkempt hair,
Walks in distrained fair,
Talks in incoherent language,
Violently crosses the barrage.
Jumps aloft the crowded spree
Creating an insensible free.
Do you call him Mad?
Nay not , quoth I,
His derangement reveals,
A list of upheavals,
That has led to an incognito,
Type of demonstrations surtout
Muzzled up to a rigging fiasco,
Attributing a 
tumultuous echo.
But in absolute reality,
Madness is a frailty,
Found in Strong minds,
Which nurture wicked grinds,
That exhibit ostentatious prime,
Harbouring deceit ahead of time,
Which propose a cunning onslaught,
That deploys acrimonious slot,
Impelling a danger severe,
Committing a deadly crime,
By conducting a cheeky dime,
Are the configurations Of madness.,
These we call, in no certain guts
Mad ,Mad nuts.
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