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Apr 2014
Poet by night, body embalmer by day,
Sealing the wounds,
Pulling the skin behind the ear, just so,
Perfect; nipped and tucked just right.

Poet by night,
Your vocation, I envy not,
When toes are tagged,
and you take over,
Masterpieces are created,
Each a wonder.

You stand back and stare
At your work divine
Master craftsman at work
β€œPlease do not disturb!”

Still only a poet by night,
By and large, a creator by day!
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