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Plowing forward every hour,

Without knowing why

Her wide berth will devour

Every gossip’s sigh

And saint’s hidden glower.

Waiting serves only men

(She’d never tell you so)

Wary of a pecking hen.

And on she’ll fucking go

Until shoved hollerin’

Out the door. But low

Blessed Nancy will come again.

 

 

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