Didactic Poem by Dan Uriel
Didactic
Dear child,
Bright halls
From his soft lap -
Of sparkling juice
And not standing,
But sitting down,
Until he gets old
Wine on the counter
I wish,
That was no past
Not on the couch
Don't wait,
This is the opening
All things,
This is what he teaches
While they tremble
the Eyelashes
who do you know
Though you dare not
To be free so free
But as a kit
Elders admonish,
Always warning
Your word
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