Song of Solomon, by Albert Ahearn
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Catch for us the foxes,
the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
our vineyards that are in bloom.
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Identify the sons of bitches
Those littered curs
Whose gluttonous manner
Leaves naught for us and ours.
Catch for us the greedy;
The avarice few
Who take that which is earned
collectively with toil and tears.
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Posted: 2013-03-13 18:49:54 UTC |
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