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Once
Once there was
a woodcutter,
when he asked me to marry him
the woman in the grocery store said
You look like you lost your last friend.
First love!
When we broke up
it was as if the last egg in the house
got dropped on the broken floor.
This world is everywhere!
The woman said,
You won’t go unsampled!
-- Jean
Valentine
Door
in the Mountain: New & Collected Poems
