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The sun rose between her legs
It set in three puddles by the side
A table stands
It's legs can not elongate like hers
Stretched to limits that can be heard
A tiny thimble could hold her concentrated thought
A wasp is ushered in, it is wingless
It's stubs can be soothed
There is stinging and merriment
The table stands stoic
Limits are tiny, her legs wrap
Drifts never flow logically when influenced by the bastard wind
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