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When reason calls to be set free
the mind need always fashion cause
and cloister want behind staid dress
though somehow, someday, we all face death.

When passion calls to be given reign
there's reason enough to stall
to check the flesh and rising blood
and clothe desire beneath a hood.

One avenue is straight and paved
another barely cleared.
Both seed and harvest need their season
and flesh and blood their time to leaven

by Mary Mila

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