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Your hands were p O e t r y
As you set by her
She wondered how the air got he a  v
                                                                      i

                                                                             l

              
                                                                       y

Your mind is F O r e s t y
That's how you take steps shrewdly

Your heart is W i d l y
And I thought of making you a poetry

I wanted to write ...
I had no t e m e r i t y .

{M}.

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