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Honey

I taste honey
With a smelling toast,
Too sweet;

I think of you, my honey
In a morning breakfast,
Too bitter.

Drops of honey
Into a cup of water.
I quaff.
No sweet, and no bitter.
Louisa Dai
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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COMMENTS
Edward Kofi Louis 17 April 2016
Here and there with the muse of life! Thanks for sharing.
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Heather Wilkins 06 August 2013
so sweet the homey good write
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Arvin Bonbon 05 August 2010
A not so sublime mockery of a somewhat bittersweet love affair with the HONEY. It's a joy to read and always provokes a smirk. Keep writing!
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