Women Are Quarrelsome
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Mark Heathcote
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Women are quarrelsome
Birds, birds of many wings
Like magpies, two shades
Of many dissatisfied things.
A dove - when the stars
The stars are shining bright.
But a bank of black disparity,
When, love enters the night.
Women are good fairing angles
With a righteous - dagger
If you want to demonize her
Or soul, testify, against her.
Women are the masters
Of serpents with their hair
In bee-hive, bee-nets
Biblical, warriors if they're given to regrets.
Women are the masters
Brother, they rock the cradle!
They set Cain against Abel
That's the staple of their diets.
Women are quarrelsome
But what's wrong with this…
And their inner joy
When it's joined to yours.
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