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Jack (Free verse) by Dovina
I was a branch,
void of leaves,
naked and brittle,
adjusted to cold,
and could outlast winter.
He fell gently on me,
like a snowflake,
not needed, but warm,
like a spring leaf returned,
when a leaf must die,
yet he rested softly,
a repairer of breaches,
where no lack I saw,
restorer of forgotten paths,
creator of places dwell in.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.25
Weighted score: 5.029801
Overall Rank: 7357
Posted: August 28, 2005 6:43 AM PDT; Last modified: August 28, 2005 6:43 AM PDT
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A breech is the buttocks.
I can't speak for Dovina on this but I think she'd rather have Jack working on her breach and not her breech. But then again...