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Mar 2022
a tortoiseshell.
But not a living thing
does dwell.

He’s harder than
a tall brick wall.
But not a crack
for an ant to crawl.

He's harder than
a steel locked cage,
throwing woman into
his blind rage.

He’s harder than
a concrete slab.
His heart’s manufactured
in a lab.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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