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Oh hand that gives! Must cruelty be your vesper?
My brim overflows with your succulent gifts
I have felt the golden slopes of the apple, Explored the peaks of the pear
My basin flows with the sweet nectar of peaches and plums
and boundless gifts of glorious citrus.
You fill my chalice with delectable treasure
both local gems and exotic pearls
Of every colour, sour and sweet
from east and west and lands between
The juices thus my basin meet
Your kindness is the greatest malice
With bowl so full i still yet yearn
and curse you hand, as my soul cries
"for all the wonders i do taste,
my heart shall burst for want of grapes!" |
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Posted by gdegre on 2008-07-22 01:02:33 | Rating: | Views: 19
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