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nce,</p><p id="72b4">Ere the shore.</p><p id="c42b">Hear the hammer,</p><p id="f02d">Hear the roar.</p><p id="c766">In the drawings of man, there are no friends,</p><p id="4e80">Only jagged cousins</p><p id="7896">Waging war on impenitent curvature.</p><p id="2473">And ere she cometh.</p><p id="d24f">Beauty — nacreous,</p><p id=
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"de35">A never this fleeting.</p><p id="9f2a">The tender lady with libidinous eyes,</p><p id="9c68">Forever forthcoming, endearingly shy.</p><p id="6f06">What will you do when I am gone?</p><p id="b635">Who will look after you?</p><p id="0bda">You’ll be the woman you always were.</p><p id="b4c6">Irish Writer</p></article></body>
The Earth,
Cotton-balled and cauliflowered;
Ere the distance,
Ere the shore.
Hear the hammer,
Hear the roar.
In the drawings of man, there are no friends,
Only jagged cousins
Waging war on impenitent curvature.
And ere she cometh.
Beauty — nacreous,
A never this fleeting.
The tender lady with libidinous eyes,
Forever forthcoming, endearingly shy.
What will you do when I am gone?
Who will look after you?
You’ll be the woman you always were.
Irish Writer
