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35 Another Missed Opportunity She raved like a rabid dog In dregs of her past As anger, tantamount to hate, Weighted her heart Her red hot eyes bulged Her nose dripped like a spring Her ears, hot like a flaming rod, burnt From the fervent equatorial heat Her tender skin baked in a taint of brown No kind eyes anywhere No solace of any sort for her lot Fallen from the pedestal of innocence Adam’s cassava too good to resist Beguiled, yet again, But he, with his tail coiled Between the valley of his legs, Smiled gleefully Another grand accomplishment And vanished into oblivion As for her, she remained pensive— Another missed opportunity. ...

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