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Dreamt the horn o'plenty, there to dwell forevermore;
An ort to spare for last and least; the busy dumbledore
At fruitful labor, seeds to feed, eternal tide of life;
Abundance spilt on tabletop; no hunger, pain, nor strife;
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Intrude the shriveled upturned claw; emaciated eyes
Bend the brow, disturb the sleep: appalled by crass disguise;
Let's pray 'twas but a phantom, a mere omen to forewarn;
These nightmare shadows dimly glimpsed must surely not be bourne;
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The stony faces by the sea beheld the fall of kings;
Mill wheel, tower, inkwell gone! No harper left to sing;
And now our cornucopia emits a sickly scent;
Look, ye children! Mark ye well: our bounty doth ferment!
An ort to spare for last and least; the busy dumbledore
At fruitful labor, seeds to feed, eternal tide of life;
Abundance spilt on tabletop; no hunger, pain, nor strife;
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QSzSe83eDYgQx1akHnT92lzzZ0J9lV47887AB1X6R_V9jLcHlI2Q9zc-uXzsG7OV3PF_c_dBSZwJHUvg8ghhYjwdyjgtMNRFDXqZmQv8fXgpfXN1QHfDaW0ht3lVqVLo4pC3alXCNWET/s200/Girl+in+a+doorway.jpg)
Intrude the shriveled upturned claw; emaciated eyes
Bend the brow, disturb the sleep: appalled by crass disguise;
Let's pray 'twas but a phantom, a mere omen to forewarn;
These nightmare shadows dimly glimpsed must surely not be bourne;
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5I55it5ze4sGg5eIT5fGuVjXTiEqiIMqectiOiHhK7GogMBWe1b76W6qAteO7umlBGJWQ2ge36CffYzvSJUrXoAMc9o18BiT7VWkzUfqUThXxk5-8BST_ZNSqrX8mCoIGv7uzbUpcuXBl/s200/a12.jpg)
The stony faces by the sea beheld the fall of kings;
Mill wheel, tower, inkwell gone! No harper left to sing;
And now our cornucopia emits a sickly scent;
Look, ye children! Mark ye well: our bounty doth ferment!
1 comment:
Short and decidedly not sweet. You speak of nightmares.
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