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The Cock Crows

by Joe Cramer

The cock crows for me
Laughing at my Aphrodite
Waiting in fresh morning dew,
Like an old lover, or two.
What becomes of love, of life?
Sappho calls me, as if a wife.
I make sweet love to my pen,
The cock crows on, forlorn.

12/24/2009

Author's Note: ... sometimes you just have to laugh about love....

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