To Her Pitiful Pursuer
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This poem is in response to the poem, "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell. For those of you who do not know, this poem is written with the mindset of a man who is trying to convince a woman to go to bed with him, to "seize the day". My poem is what I believe her response might have been, at least what I myself would have said if I was in her shoes.
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