blessings

may your harvest fit in a sack
may none of your apples be
sweet may barbed wire tear off
the snouts of your pigs may the
mirror show the scarecrow’s
face the moon shine on your
wedding-day may the milliner
embroider your bonnet with
nettles the blackberry fell your
dog may your every joy grow

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