Wooden
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Mark Heathcote
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You are not wood that shall float or sink
You are not ebony or a bit hard
You're not cork or someone to play tiddlywink
Or balsawood lost in a lumberyard.
You're not a byword for aircraft models
You cannot fly or even catch the wind…
Nor an oak carved into idols.
Yet, you sure are wooden, thick-skinned.
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