Haunting Oven to slice, fresh piece of bread, Snow in steam flawless and pure. Sweet and heavy be in honey and cream Simple a bite in warmth and true pleasure. Pan in heat to fry bacons still fresh, Scramble and flip for perfect an egg, Dripping grease on my dry old lips, Juicy and soft to strengthen my leg. Stream to redeem what sluggish and deep, Sugar and milk paying respect to all: "To fill a cup with coffee of spring, To drink for health in Odin's hall." Radiant peace rinsing the fields, Juice of refreshment, aroma to spare. Luxurious calm, a dream when young, In joy and laughter a breakfast to share Roses in bloom, in yellow and blue, Leaves be blown, branches in sprout. Phosphorescent color dazzling yet true, No more turmoil to cover our route. A cottage for shade, painted with age, With spells to hide my stories and past. From lamps of oil to one touch of flash, But never again caught in thundering blast. Garden to tend with children to play Rocking my way to the Heaven up high. No rations to boil under fire and fright, Sitting inside to stretch my weak, bony thigh. Bone china wrought with fine strings of gold, Flawless brew of ruby, a lazy noon be ready. Countryside and clouds, when will we unite? Companion as before, by soul and battered body. (賀開版詩一首) 2006/2/11 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --

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