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An ode to Her...

Hey Dear Woman!
Be not threatened by Me
For to take away your throne
Is a desire nurtured by not I...

Hey Dear Woman!
Be not under the misconception
That the walls you construct
I have the hammer to bring them down....

Hey Dear Woman!
Be not the venom-spitting spider
And fill my home-to-be with cobwebs of hate
I have not the magical Witch's broom to sweep them all away...

My Dear Woman!
Be not the distrustful mother
And hold me in contempt
For I have not the intentions to estrange your son from you to make him mine......

May there be Peace! :-)

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