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Jan 2013
They don't care
If you're concerned
With yin and yang, a pair
Or a soul like butter churned.

They will never taste your mind
Like they taste your body.
Hard to find
Distant, spotty.

That won't stop them
Or clip their thorned stem.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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