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Posted on January 13, 2013 by johnmannpoems
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Two Swans Move Mr. Mann

Beauty is always fierce.
The long neck poised
to strike. The hiss
pouring from white.
Black eyes. Wheel,
armada of grace.
Crazy love. Killer kiss.

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