Succulent...
Love wounds my heart
With a sweet taste, so gently,
I die of grief a dozen times a day
And a hundred times revive with joy.
My pain seems beautiful,
This pain is worth more than any pleasure;
And since I find this bad so good,
How good will be the good
When this suffering is done. - Bernart de Ventadorn
With a sweet taste, so gently,
I die of grief a dozen times a day
And a hundred times revive with joy.
My pain seems beautiful,
This pain is worth more than any pleasure;
And since I find this bad so good,
How good will be the good
When this suffering is done. - Bernart de Ventadorn
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The same as cacti can be handled...
...he'd set out bottles of ketchup and Worchestershire sauce, jars of piccalilli and mustard, a box of crackers, salt and pepper shakers, a lemon, a slice of cheese, his mother's tin cinnamon-and-sugar shaker, a box of Kleenex, a jar of maraschino cherries, some horseradish, and a plastic honey bear. - Thomas Rockwell / How To Eat Fried Worms
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