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Intervention

We truly tried to tell him to forget,
To stop this solo act and seek duet,
That for our beaten buddy aid we bring
In intervention in which each will sing.

‘No flower,’ fretted Sniff, ‘has fragrance now!’
And Hearken moaned, ‘All music moos as cow!’
And Lick declared, ‘Like dirt desserts all taste!’
‘All colors,’ Ogle owned, ‘dissolved in haste!’

But us he heeds not, holds his flame still hot,
To purge her portrait out his pulse – cannot!
Recalls her eyes, her mouth, her ears, her nose;
Laments the loss of long forgotten doze.

Away he would not walk from what him broke;
Retains the rhythm that can rhymes evoke.

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