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Am I bitter than The sour taste of grapes Fruitless Is my well being To an end result Measuring the true meaning Before I fail Into a salad of green spoiled leaves For no mixture Is capable As my dressings is sealed With an unclean hand May the tongue of thievery Wash my mouth dry As germs settle in To bask upon the glory While conquering My thoughts
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
Bitterness of Fruit
Am I bitter than The sour taste of grapes Fruitless Is my well being To an end result Measuring the true meaning Before I fail Into a salad of green spoiled leaves For no mixture Is capable As my dressings is sealed With an unclean hand May the tongue of thievery Wash my mouth dry As germs settle in To bask upon the glory While conquering My thoughts
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
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