Keep Abreast
so bashful, the breast
as it sags silently in rest
as it sways
- a motion that preys
on the mind of man
so bold, the breast
with a single hut
across a deep valley cut
to another
- a hat on a beach
of softest sand
- a silky land
creamy smooth
and quite aloof
holding its head up high
as wanton fingers reach to pry
so silly, the breast
a mere structure
- a perfect appendage
- a factory, a tool
that shaped nations, history, fate
with man but the fool
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