Empedocles and Exaenetus (Wikipoem for My Father)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 824

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yr head if  only he cared     
down their hooves spectacular  
the riders' blood spilled    as much for me  
but i   was a  wrestler  and  was a   wrestler 
and was  a farce another   wrapped around  their hooves 
spectacular the riderstand was a   wrestler 
and  was a farce vested spectacular  
the great heft  of   the   riderstand 
was a    wrestler  and  a farce      
as much for me as for

touching their hooves   spectacular 
their thighs before  touching their  
spectacular root of    riderstand 
was a   wrestler and     each other    a   wrestler 
and given  no horse i was a  wrestler and    
each other  wrapped  around     each other  
given no horse  
the root of   their hooves   spectacular  
their hooves spectacular  the   great heft of  their hooves 
spectacular their   hooves   spectacular 
the riders'   blood  spilled     as   much for me 
but i  was a   wrestler

Nothing to Do with Roses

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Reverential in a way you could never be;
And I’ve yet to read you.

I’m ironbark dreaming, meanwhile, except
I’m not; I’m ironstone.

You, on the other hand, I’ve seen it clear
as a ghost: The world will not let you write what
you mean or come across weak.

Watered down like a pure-bred.
Afraid to pay for what you deserve.

“Alright, honey, have a prosperous trip.”
“OK, alright. Don’t worry. The plan is airtight.”