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Kudo
I gave a slight bow
To a lady,
She quickly tossed
A rebuke,
How many times
Have I smiled
And sashayed by,
All you give me
Is a small bow,
She stormed off,
How does one
Make logic out of
Nonsense,
How full of
Ourselves are we
When a kudo
To beauty
Is taken as
An insult.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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