With the single goal Of being digested A stomach waits in hunger. A piece of heaven wrapped And soaked in the fold Of a tongue, pink and covered In the zest of life. a very fine poem. tony
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With the single goal Of being digested A stomach waits in hunger. A piece of heaven wrapped And soaked in the fold Of a tongue, pink and covered In the zest of life. a very fine poem. tony