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The Wretch of Adulation
Contributed by
Silviaplath
on
Wednesday, 28th January 2004 @ 04:58:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I was the greatest wretch of love that ever was. I had caught it and prepared it, but had never ate it.
I always had the pleasure of watching others devour its merit, but had never joined them in the feast.
I had often watched the others sail upon the current of its pool and catch much of it, with an established ovation to follow, but I had not acclaimed them.
I had been a witness to my mother, sister, and brother consume it with much proficiency not once, but many times.
Old man Pete who was the most despicable creature in our town and swore hed never be a fool to such frivolous idiocy, had been among the first seen to de-bone its succulent meat, broil its skin til it slipped clean off and chaw at it with full delectation.
Many say I ought to try it and savor its gracious meat, but Id rather not. Love should dine on me
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Silviaplath
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2004-01-28 16:58:42] (Date/Time posted on
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