Pasomi Mucha Biography

Tell me how the boot tastes
O liker of, licker of boss-boots,
You who sullies the raise in praise,
Who puts the vile into servile,
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May the day break,
not as the eggshell of
a slipped, fallen egg,
a smashed, sorry mess,
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I met you, and now in my eye is a gleam,
And in my life now joy is a stream,
Awake and asleep alike, I dream,
Help me, O Lord,
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Love.

What is it?
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Let me ask in plain language,
So that we do not say,
I missed your query in the craft of your poesy.
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