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Utility of Sickle Women

When Women Like a Sickle Women are not from a rib or bones Nor curved or crooked You need a metaphor to understand truth Said a sage his name is Aristotle Don’t straight a stick Or make a spoon flat They will be broken and become useless If a woman appears like an angle Or looks like a moon, sickle Find them a corner or a swath of grass You will get her the best Or see the best of her In cutting and collecting while brightly she will shine.

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