Come, sit under the shade,
Away from the sick.
The fruit is sweet,
The wine is rich.
The Canaanite lay in the ditch.
For those outside,
Make the switch.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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short and lovely poem
That's what I love about poetry, we can condense big things into bite size pieces.
Thank you for your gracious comment.
Ohh, I can't eat figs. Too much Info (TMI) to tell ya why! lol.
I wonder if the acid in the wine would neutralise that effect?
Don\'t know, but I can\'t even have figgy biscuits - nor prunes much, and certainly no vindaloo. lol.
Appropriately named!
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