Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ The joy that has no stem no core
The joy that has no stem no core
The joy that has no stem no core,
Nor seed that we can sow,
Is edible to longing.
But ablative to show.
By fundamental palates
Those products are preferred
Impregnable to transit
And patented by pod.
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