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My Spine is Too Fine

My spine is too fine
While I loved one spineless.
It aches every time I grow
not in years, but in weariness.

It calls, I must obey in exercise.
And, even though my hands are fine
I cannot massage my own Prime.

A cow’s posture,
An archer’s
Kill the pain
Of sleeping ill or reading too late
And I’m relieved.

But, what I would have given once
Had you some spine, of two kinds
Like I do.

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Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

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