The kumquat tree doth squat
Beside the garden gate
Lofting arms bedecked
With fruits emolument
Delicious little bites
Just right for eating
While entering the garden
And again for taking
While exiting sans pardon
I wish I had a little tree
But it is not to be
Old age has crippled me
And I fall down in gardens
Monday, March 24, 2008
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