Once in a while I write a poem about
My ancestor Aaron of Karlin who could,
According to legend, fly or at least float and who
Might have drifted who knows where if his wife
Hadn't put stones in his pocket. Recently,
I've become more interested in his wife who,
Like me, her descendant, couldn't fly
Or if she could didn't make a fuss about it.
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