Amazing Mace
How sweet the can that stopped the fight up here.
I once was tough, but now I hurt;
My eyes are burning tears.
Was Mace that taught me how to cry;
Was Mace that was not kind;
Was Mace that stole my very sight;
Was Mace that left me blind.
Pepper Mace did save this wretch.
And Pavlov’s dogs know how.
When I see a can uncapped,
I almost have a cow.
Patricia Prewitt
December 13, 2005
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