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Mary Jane, my muse – no simple flower
Bestows a light, a clear and different view
When answers hide in vex’d times and dark hours,
And casts fresh sight, the old told now anew.
Sweet lady love, her arms offer respite;
She soothes stone shoulder at each week’s long end.
High I soar – on journeys of taste and sight!
And bask in shining eves she so oft lends.
She eases aches and pains, both nurse and friend,
Gentle, her hands heal all my sores and wears.
Those blinding migraines she can swiftly end,
No chance they stand ‘gainst Mary’s tender care.
Urge swells the heart to profess and decree
Undying love for this magic green tree.
IMAGE: “Renaldis muslin woman” by Francesco Renaldi – Own work. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons