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like a worm on a rod
like the charms of an old demi-god
we shall try, in our way, to bring joy
like the ice in a floe
like a lover whose blessings bestow
on our heads, crimson threads, gently coy
like green fire on the sea
like the barley that shakes on the lea
in the wind, nor rescind, any ploy
like the wolf in his lair
like the thunder that rends mortal care
we have sought, we have bought, every toy
like a bear in his den
like a poet with paper and pen
offers words, songs of birds, to employ
like a mill grinding grist
like a riddle with somnolent twist
in its path, graceful wrath, we deploy
like the mist on a lake
like the skin that's been shed by a snake
on the trail, we prevail, hoi polloi............................
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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