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Once a man she knew had cut his thumb
Off at the base, kept the millenium
Arrive, and he be found unpunished for
One adulterous night. Remembering him
She smiled, and wondered he he entered heaven
Perhaps through such a self-inflicted whim;
Surely to her eternal life was given
For she had cut her whole life at the core.
The Trumpeting Crane, Helene Magaret
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