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She is alone
With her Books,
In an oven
Tomes she cooks,
Her good looks,
Dead Poets' haven,
No prince harming
In her farming,
Fairy tales she writes
Ev'ry Blade delights.
Notes: the acronym SWITCHBLADE KNIFE is spelled from the first letter of each line.
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Join Pitt Street Poetry and Giramondo for the Brennan / Davies double poetry launch at the Brett Whiteley Studios on Sunday afternoon at 2pm. A Sydney Writers Festival event.Continue
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