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In Words Alas Drown I
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‘Madam! rhymes I defy,
for they displease my eye.
With ‘wow’ I wildly converse
‘I’m Ava,’ I write free verse
in words alas drown I
My muse I deified;
she’s level-headed guide.
Drinks tea with me at high noon
sings a boring, minim tune
‘Don’t nod!’ she doth decried
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Sara Etgen-Baker
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