Strawberries

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Like fresh strawberries

Pressed to flesh of lips tween teeth

Then burst a rush of breath-take sweet

You’re good enough to eat, to me

Like strawberries

The smallish joys that make heart-beat speak

Little gems in swallowed heat

To remind, that times-the bite is sweet

You’re like strawberries

To me.

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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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