by Philip F. Clark
It wasn't painbut half of it,
so half of it I mended,leaving the other toil
for other days that I could tend it.
No chemistries seem strongenough; no alchemy exists,
so half my head is healedand half my head persists.
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The closing. **
I like the ending too.
What Rachna and Samuel said.