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You master a craft,
Love a few friends,
And ignore pettiness.
Amazingly, you laugh
Despite despair; you never joke
About cruelty, just the vanity of tyrants.
Bitter but polite, your words
Cleanse even the sharpest wounds.
Posted 12/14/13
published in Streetlamp, Treetop, Star (Rose Alley Press, 1999)
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