Alchemy, Psychology, Stuart France

Wayside Tavern…

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The apple of my eye

Can only become cider

After the cider maker has trampled me.

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I surrender my spirit

Like apples to this trampling…

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So my inner most heart

Can blaze

And dance with joy.

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