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"Some Say I Ask Too Much" by Joe DiMino

Some say I ask too much…
Some, the negative parts of me,
Always in weights and measures
Restricting mine
And the freedom-supply of others…

Ask too much
From one
Who has all—and then some,
Including my future sanity…

Ask as a child asks of me—
Those wide, appealing eyes;
Flavor of applesauce and cinnamon,
Like freshly baked buns
On Sunday mornings,
Butter absorbing into
The deeper warmth of me,
Permeating me fully
To all openness
And yielding—

Yes, I give now
Blessed for I know
With all the affection
The greater of Love—

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