Your holy meat
Did slip and drip
When you became my wife
Your hidden beak
Did dip and sip
And make you fat with life
You were the Earth
Where I did roam.
I was the sea.
I was the foam.
You were the hearth,
You were the home.
You were the tea
And buttered scone.
You were my bearth
From life’s cyclone.
You were the comfort
In my age.
You were the calming
Of my rage.
You were the turning
Of my page.
You were the purport
Of my tome.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Comments2
Beautiful 🌹
Thanks
May that tome be read forever.
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