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Her lethal workforce
That always hit the bullion’s eyelid
Are missing their tart
Each single strategy of her triathlon
Is hissing towards her needle woman
To pour venue
Medusa is trapped
In her own quietism of sticky life
Fragrant tuba blooms
As you sow so you reap
Addictions are not so cheap
Posted for MTB where the prompt is to write Oulipo poems
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