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24 December 2017

Secretly Super

These copper cuffs that ornament each wrist
are solid copper, not mere coated tin.
I trust that my arthritis may desist
as this good metal swiftly does it in.
And look – they also help me to resist
all evil, crime, wrongdoing, error, sin.
Raising my crossed arms like Wonder Woman
deflecting bullets, I’m an Amazon!












Another for the Ottava Rima challenge at Poetic Asides

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3 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky25 December 2017 at 08:00

    Yes, you are!

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  2. Magaly Guerrero25 December 2017 at 08:09

    I shall get myself a copper armor!

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  3. kaykuala25 December 2017 at 18:55

    It certainly boosts the confidence, somewhat an ornament and a lethal weaponry piece!

    Hank

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