The rhymes she mouthes to me,
Ripple through my being.
I wonder at what I've heard,
Crippled without a meaning.
All the rhymes I write for her,
Are conversant, moody, or sweet.
She likes when I serve her dirty,
And takes limericks, with her tea.
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Guide to Chaga Harvesting and Preparation
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