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Preserve
Contributed by
screwge
on
Sunday, 14th June 2009 @ 03:28:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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The woman's knave,
By words of a remembrancer
To preserve a glaive;
To preserve her,
Unhinged the weapon from his scabbard,
Said,
Ay, the makings of a bastard,
As he thought of potent unwed
Bliss, seven-headed iniquities
To cauterize
Just so the knave himself could ease
Into wedlock: the exalted prize.
Who is steadfast enough to tempt
When ordinances often kept
The longing to preempt
Long torpid and inept?
He relinquished the sword--
Heart demurred;
For, accord
Is no sweet curd.
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2009-06-14 15:28:52] (Date/Time posted on
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