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The Sending of Five
Vicki Raymond
Five potent curse
I send you, the first
love, which frequently
drives men to suffer
uncouth hair transplants.
The second, riches,
bringing in their train
the envy of friends
expressed in these words
'It's alright for some.'
My third curse is fame
may you become sport
for reporters, may
the dull quote you, may
cranks think they are you
My fourth, contentment
hugging you, white grub,
in a fat cocoon
that the cries of me
cannot penetrate.
And last, a longlife
May you live to be
called 'The Grand Old Man.'
Smiling at you, may
the young sprain their jaws.
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