salthe the wound with sugar, the disharmonious diseases with honey.
even one with out money can get that treasure.
perhaps more beyond measure.
of the divine the disorder baked sublime.
as the pottery,at the wheel as not the potterxwhy did you make me so.
so will your true wonder flow.
try not to catch the tiger by the toe
feed them your nectar from your soul.
and be nice.
©Pat Connor
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