Ugly Produce
Hold up your cup of cheer, my friend!
I’ll hold your hand, and squeeze. You wince.
Your life - it’s not to save, but spend.
Work hard, its yield! Spice up with quince!
1/1/2017
Chastushka Poem
Quince – inedible raw but transforms into an aromatic and delicious treat, when cooked.
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