THE POISED WOMAN, a poem

          She was poised and thoughtful

          was she thinking of me?

          Were her thoughts to be free?

          Woman of mystery

          The connubial bond

          held our lives together

          in fun and excitement

          even stormy weather

          Yet a free-thinking mind

          can break any tether.

          The weight of her fealty

          was light as a feather

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