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Frugal

I fear the flavor of fruitfulness, the fullness of tables, burden bent by fleeting bounty I dread the feast; festivals of frivolous indulgence because I know Famine rides hardest where blessings rot.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 12/27/2009 9:25:00 AM
This is a very touching piece, very thought provoking indeed...Very nice...God Bless...Taz
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