Dine

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    Dine

    Dine
    Dine, sit and eat,
    Let your teeth bite,
    Into what we call right,
    Let your tongue dance
    And discover ours is no chance.

    Bite, grind and see,
    Beneath lie more from the sea,
    Go on this spree,
    Let today be a we.
    Hold the hand of our bee,
    Tomorrow you may let it be.
    Dine, sit and let all be.

    Pull in, smell and love
    The meal we fought for tough,
    Slowly let your throat open,
    As we pull in all from the oven.
    Ease, let it settle down,
    It is what we get from the town.
    Dine, sit and let all go down.

    Spit not, frown not,
    It is our daily bread note.
    Clear is how low we dip,
    Behold it is what you our type give.
    Spit not, in your mouth roll,
    For us are days so tall.
    Dine, sip from our wine.

    S.A.H APR/09

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    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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