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Sharp trickster,
how we loved to watch you tie
our muddled minds into a knotted maze.
Your jests and jokes
did twist each question,
"Why?"
till heart and head
were drugged in deadly daze.
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I try not staring at the guy
who stares at me all day.
These cubicles get stale.
I keep out
of our company's affairs.
One sight of HER,
we all turn pale.
Can't even look back at the boss,
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Down deep,
down steep, dark tunnels I descend,
till statue, scroll, or frieze appears.
I scan the gilted images.
Might each portent
grand rites and mysteries
as old as man?
Behold a cat, a...
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lxxi
And when the Steward held the harp he cried,
"How did you get it? Please, I have to know!"
Etain then answered him, "Sir, once I spied
At noon a sloe-black raven hovering low
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First note the scholar bee
who finds relief
when she performs
the formal dance.
She must ignore the hue and scent
of every leaf.
Her quest is just to find
the golden dust.
Then there's...
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