Fresh Figs
In El Paso I first met a fresh fig.
A boy of six, I took my first bite.
It was so good I began to pig.
Little did I know my coming plight!
Fresh Figs
In El Paso I first met a fresh fig.
A boy of six, I took my first bite.
It was so good I began to pig.
Little did I know my coming plight!
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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