Welcome

Again where friends are lines
Upon a page and open sores
From bitten tongues and lips at dinner time
Accomplish more than ever I could soar
On wings of fettered span as these

But here is everything I need
Least of all the haste to waste my food
Like gritted thank-yous mean
Please really sometimes it tastes good
And sometimes too I’m only teeth

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