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Love’s Complex Tale: Metaphors of Growth and Confusion

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Poem: Unequivocal Love

Love can raise the Dead.
From young such I was taught.
Jack chopped down the beanstalk.
An apt equivalent.

Love grows tired and must rest,
Like Blunderbore after scoffing –
He woke, chased & fell to death
The thief and mother duly profiting.

Love is done when Love’s begun –
Apt, but slightly confused.
Who did love favour the sage was asked:
The giant or the thieving little brutes?


Poem: grass is always greener in the summertime


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