my aunt
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Purity is held in
Her right, and discernment
Is placed in her left
She knows the Marys
From the Marthas,
As Marys lay at her feet
Wisdom has a box
And it is worn on
Like a bear
Who stands up to its enemies
With its ferocious, bone-curdling cry
Scaring away those who stand in its way
Away from its untouchable shelter
There, in the shaded cave hides
