SPOLVERASI
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History is of Love composed,
and She’s its magic few:
Belief required but a star,
while she exacted two;
She takes a Magic out of pocket,
shares the excess –
be though a generous producer,
she shuns no poor dress;
She brings her membership around –
What small a figurine! –
Her Word a cubbyhole becomes
and lures all pagans in.
A step does not demand a shoe –
for self – in moving on,
but ’tis a harder enterprise,
once on, to take it off.
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