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14 lines
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I once had a friend with blue hair.
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Only for words did she care.
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Then she found the jot
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full of ablauts
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that didn't make it into her software.
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I have a tome of poetry by Louise Gluck.
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Every time I dare to take a look
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inside the pages,
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my muse a war wages
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against my heart to close up the book.
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