A poem about the origins of modern chocolate.
New year spins again. Forgotten webs of promises dust the corners and the high places making old a vision of once all the promise replaced by silence in a lonely tomb.
Hear ye, hear ye! All who live in blindness In blissful canoes that float On surfaces of suffering Listen and open up All who embrace slavery As a matter of course Fictionalized […]
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