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A Hundred Pounds Of Clay

A hundred pounds
Of clay went
Into the first wound
Fired by the jagged
Seams of polite society.
Thin excuses over thick
Slices of etiquette
Dictated by a dead queen
Who never asked me
To tea. I don't think.

I never checked my
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