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An Ode to You

Strong but frail
tempting but untrue
stands in resting with grave shoulders
waiting, waiting
wherefore art thou?

While the parched haired wife
awaits on the clanking sun drenched porch for you
“He” brings something juicy
surrenders to its owner
bows at the next silver pointed ruler
stands dry as the soul comes out of you.
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