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a poem
Who knows
My Texas rose
When who dares wins
There can’t be sins
Of your beauty
No other compares
Not even to a warm spring day
In the everglades
Your tender petals
Are too precious to share
Your long black hair too much to endure
My Texas rose
Engrossed in that coiffure
Enslave me with your comfiture
Where your sweetness reigns
Alas my senses refrained
From supping at your altar
restrained yet again
I turn to you My Texas rose
To inspire me most
When I need to post
All your wishes and secrets I endure
That you at least wallow
In this amphitheater
My Texas rose
That I’m indignant — No
Just remind me how
the femme fatale shows
the weakness of man
[putty in your hands]
the bitter-sweet taste of your pain
the death of sweet Abel
