The Fruit That Looms From My Labor
L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The fruit that looms from my labor,
Is more often than not...
Bittersweet.
And sometimes my tongue,
Spews less than tarts...
For those anticipating,
A display of ego accomplishments.
And they may get more heat...
With sweat expressed,
Than expected.
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