I must tell you
There’s no better
Boon than this sterling light
Dawn after dawn down
Here in these boondocks rich
In uncluttered vistas made
For the out-of-the-way
Mind and the view
Of this mountain
And the rosy-
Colored sheen
On the handle
Of my bright
Silver spoon tells me
This brew keeps mighty
Fine company, too.
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