I have jarfulls of understanding
In my humanity larder.
It's the drink that I love sipping
And wouldn't for anything barter.
I've also sweet small cakes of talking
That I so dearly love to munch,
And pralines of perfect passifying
With their piquant, light crunch.
But the one snack I can't leave
On shelf as it seething lies
Are sugary tarts of bitterness
I can't quit no matter how I try.
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