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Poetry: Politics

 

 

 

It was, they tell me, ever thus:
the willow wept at the water's edge,
slyly inviting admiration through
the reflection in her tears, and
slender girls, passing by,
felt broken hearts where none existed,
posing, like the willow, in keen
appreciation of their own
delectability.
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