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Villanelle: Blood
For Dawn Shepler Shimp, who lamented the fact. Oh where it comes from no one tells -- There's no demand, it's all supply -- There's blood in all my villanelles. I struggle with it -- deep blue hells It isn't like I never try! -- Oh where it comes from no one tells. In spite of therapy or spells, And whether I am drunk or dry, There's blood in all my villanelles. Why couldn't it be boys or bells Or ocean, mountains, trees, or sky -- Oh where it comes from no one tells. My editor calls up and yells. I listen with a little sigh: There's blood in all my villanelles. So here’s another one that wells From who knows what, and who knows why. Oh where it comes from no one tells: There's blood in all my villanelles.
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