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Cornucopia

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

I will take what I can and then no more

When I must rest from plenty for a night

Give me the apple, I will save the core

Great is desire, slim, the appetite.

Leave the cornucopia, leave the tray

A sampling relieves hunger and thirst

Sweetness is tasted later in the day

When I digest what had been given first.

 
 
 

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