Gluttons
My stomach bit me,
Crying: how long will
you starve us?:
Won't you feed us?.
Then been considerate,
Took i may soles,
treading toward the kitchen,
Picked the yam's pride
Baked and stayed it awhile.
And then i considered them;
even i fed them.
... Then they became more hungry,
biting and chewing blasphemes...
Then said I: Shouldn't i have
fed them?
1) What's ought to feed me
Makes me hungry.
" The more you obtain wealth,the more you want it".
17:1:12:13:19
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