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The Bread we kneaded – who has need –
The Music not composed –
Who shall hear it – and it eat – Who –
If You thus – are – deposed?

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There is something Convalescence –
Each Eye adjusts to Each –
A vessel it’s like which some World
Can’t decide – who be Peach –

Or the Pearl – whosever oyster –
Or Hercules’ travails – results –
And Ulysses – the wild wise man –
In His hustle – riotous cups –

Alone is what what’s it about –
And – as Sanatorium it costs –
Penelope – is not your host –
And the Bridal bed – not – Our – sleep.