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Put your man down somewhere
in a good lasting soil.
Do not think, bitterly, there
goes the sum of love and toil.

He was so part of you:
you bred him from your fall
into his own; today you endow
your life with his burial.

What was he, this manchild
childman? A doll of stone,
a sop for whatever ailed
you once, a weakness outgrown.

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