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ISSUE:  Spring 2004

Once he looked deep in her muddy brown eyes
and saw nothing there but the whirling flies.

Love is religion and love is the law
by which the unloved forgive every flaw.

The soldiers came running and threw down their arms
at the thought of enjoying her charms.

Why does her love so clot the ear
you can’t hear the rumble as death draws near?

If you could choose, would you choose each other,
you like her father, she like your mother?

Say I love you when she is asleep,
though boulders are deaf, though oceans can’t weep.


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