Grapes

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Sticking tongue once glued to roof

I swirl the taste inside my mouth

The words I had now stuck in tooth

For life of me, can’t get them out

And mulling round like wine gone bad,

I spit them clear out in a spray

Ejecting all what once was had

In lieu of lesser sour taste

 

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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