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Farmhand
pain in my hand
from struggling with doors in the dirt
how I hold it now
like a leased field
where oranges fall in the evening
and few venture upon them
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Social climbers
I was the same plain man
with a king’s head
ordinary as meat
at a cook’s house
but my lady would not suffer me to go
into the garden
in her hand one orange
for my feast
Burden
In the morning at my lute
the carrier will carry to the carrier
oranges and two barrels of sun
sake and sack, lamb and veal
a pocket to carry in his pocket
after supper at my flute