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Originally Posted by HighandDriving
If I saw Aesop I would tell him to suck a dick.
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The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked the stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have harnessed mid November
Had only brushed the blossom bracket, then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit
I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel passed after the rains had run their courses
But alas, the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass
Offered distort support of one tall glass of nauseous
