’Twas
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’Twas
’twas
not he who
swayed
shallow stares
in
a devil’s lair
’twas
not he
who
lassoed lax limbs
flailing
in winds of prairies wild
’twas
not he
who
raised a ruckus
dust,
smoke and cracked mirrors
’twas
not he
shadowing
the dives of early morn
’twas
she
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