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Fiddler’s Womb

If I were a poor woman
I would dance and sing
through basement boogy woogy bars
all these days and nights
of EarthTribe healthy men

Winning
not measured in applause
but absorbing painful bunions
in glad support
of Earth’s healthiest worn-out pause

Performing songs with peace
inviting massive choirs
composing mother muses,
matriarchs of deeply felt integrity
dancing EarthDay’s cause.

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