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G.F. Braun

G.F. Braun

John Donne Modernized

Aroused by thee, I misbehave,
afire with lust while thou art cool,
and thou then seem a microwave
and I a  zap-ped molecule.

Republished with permission of "Iambs and Trochees,"Vol. IV, No.2

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