A Hornet On The Wing
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Mark Heathcote
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God, he would catch a hornet on the wing,
relish infinite beauty, not its sting.
Your-beauty is such; I cannot-truly-say,
words have no meaning this or any other day.
‘Should I love you, well that's not a question
He would entertain at any junction.'
your petals are like-a-rose not-quite formed,
but neither are you, to-be-outperformed.
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