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Why I Took Her
To husband the dogs of heaven
I suggest you lift a beer or two
for her that I needed
You dont buy that? Fine, reasons are cheap
Because harvestmen have eight legs, I took her
Because mathematics is a pure art
Because white elk glance off into the trees
I vanquished the unconquerable
as you would wash a sock; get over it
Im not unsympathetic, note
Queen Annes lace grows back in summer
and what was of her, though she crumbles in the palm
remains in My hair, the belling of the dogs of earth
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