My New LoveMy new love is dark and round,
And tart. She fills me full of joy.
Said to have been born in Greece,
I'd bet she comes from California.
Nonetheless, she dazzles me at
Lunch, and, sometimes, also
Dinner. I'm not sure how I had
Lived before she came. I do know
Now that my existence lacks
For flavor without Olive near.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-11-20 at 23:26
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