When Women Like a Sickle
Women are not from a rib or bones
Nor curved or crooked
You need a metaphor to understand truth
Said a sage his name is Aristotle
Don't straight a stick
Or make a spoon flat
They will be broken and become useless
If a woman appears like an angle
Or looks like a moon, sickle
Find them a corner or a swath of grass
You will get her the best
Or see the best of her
In cutting and collecting while brightly she will shine.
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