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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lois Marie Harrod

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Jake's Song

You came along like Rachel, the golden pear
in a messy still life, the only one unbruised.

Your breath dipped into moonlight,
your scarf slipped the sun through the trees,

I loved you like the Virgin before God entered,
your Travelling Entertainer propped against your well,

And so I worked seven years for you and seven more,
I wanted to bear you like a flash on my wrist,

blaze you in front of the other suitors, tell them
you were the lily of my valley, make you believe

until at last you were mine, all those things I said true,
and for a while you thought I loved you. Yes, you did.