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| In Her Many Arms from THE POET series � On the hill where there is one of everything The Poet sits and waits � for the woman who has many arms. When he sees her, he knows there will be � only one thing to do. He knows he must go down and in her many arms, � in each one, put just one thing: a leaf, a bullet, a grain of sand, a chair, � a tire, a heart, a bee, a star, a green marble, and on and on and on. . . |
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