The Queen's Dagger (July 31 1997 / Vermont)
A Mysterious Gift
You make me bow to accept your gift.
A box labeled 'joy' with binding ties.
Its bows glisten with enticing poison,
its silver paper glitters like a stolen gem.
It steals your heart away
with a wink and a smile.
It holds out its arms,
but I am no fool.
I see what you really are.
Yet what is that exactly?
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