Jam - Poem by Liza Sud
I want your apple jam and chanterelles,
if you spend for each of them three hours -
Then how my jealousy to quench? -
to take the jam away from you with power!
what else to wish for birthday parties,
if not the heat of your own hand?
and if your hand has ever touched the jam -
therefore give me the jam of apples!
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