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In the country of the rat
I give a groat for a pot
and shit in it,
waiting for the moon.
Poemas sobre el tema: pot
Poemas sobre el tema «pot» en Poets.by.
Seasoning
I eat out of the pot
his gold-laced suit still
on my mind
Domestic Economy
I WILL have few cooking-pots.
They shall be bright,
They shall reflect to blinding
God's straight light.
I will have four garments.
They shall be clean,
My service shall be good.
Though my diet be mean.
Then I shall have excess to give the poor,
And right to counsel beggars at my door.