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Ode to an Empty Cider Bottle
What delight did I drink of thee, oh bottle of mine, Thine sweet nectar parted my lips, but is no more, I drank deeply of thee, till the ending springs did end, And now I marvel at your simplicity. You neck long and slender, to allow, The passing of the sparkling juice of life, to me, Putting into my soul, The very sigh of my own love, And now you stand empty there, beside the cup you filled, Both standing empty through my desire, You my love, and the other, the vessel there of, The sweet words you still whisper to me, Caress my very heart and mind, giving thoughts, Of the future's grandeur. "100% juice," what more could one want, Or the secret phrase that I hear, listening with my eyes, "Sparkler" your proud name proclaims, cider to my ear, Like that "Apple Cider," on your label so clear, I still remember the foil that I unwrapped, the red festivity, Uncorking your stopper with a boom, a crack to my ears, And oh I still dream of the sweetness, that you gave to me, Oh that I could taste again, a full you I could see, Your glass smoothness, and "25.4 FL OZ," A flowing river of cider poured forth, Frothing into my glass. If for one moment I could have you back, I'd say, Oh empty bottle of mine, I do love thee so, But I loved thee much more when full, So now, I'm sorry, you'll have to go. |
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