Love Poem: Glaforouss
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Written by: Allan Terry

Glaforouss

how's love is eternal
that these men suffer
from the lack of love
that those who would or wish to love
would love if not hindered by those
who wish these men to be unloved
like nights the days precures'
the evenings
that mornings come from
 the resting if allowed to rest
those awakened we are bothered




his nose smelled the food cooking while he was sleep
she had peeled 8 pounds of apples.
They were kept fresh by the juices of lemons
sugars simmered with cinnamon and nutmeg
the butter melded : and fused the aromas
of whisky, apples, and butter
cobined with the deliouis cookie type pie crust!

she told us " any stress outside of a relationship, is that of the devil" !