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Each to a comfort EACH TO A COMFORT. What fruit, in fresh excite, is brightly shone That such merry light is to sweet eye’s gleam Is sweet taste lost and one’s appetite gone Should strawberry be served without dear cream Or cherry’s sweet bite have no pastry’s crust While apple’s flame cheat the case of crumble Lemon does mourn, if losing meringue’s lust Banana splits if dear custard stumble What is man, if in discomfort's distress Without woman’s meet in sweet unify What is taste, no sweetness without the bless Of sugar's joy to give a pleasing eye How dim a light if, without a struck share The bright spark of love has no striking pair |
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this writing is so distinctive, I'd recognize it anywhere. very nice, as always ~
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12/24/2012 9:53 pm |
this writing is so distinctive, I'd recognize it anywhere. very nice, as always ~ Thank you, Drew.
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