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Cascading red, my love
Gleaming metal alive in my hands
Virile hammers and vociferous drills
Mother lawnmowers
(no pre-pubescent push things
but John Deere riding mowers
like the 22 horsepower SX85)
The graceful curve of a pickaxe
Never nagging why
Always eager for momentum
They always know me
The phillips head in my ordered tool rack
The stainless-steel shears in the barbershop
And they all want what I want
Cascading love, my red
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