Collecting ripened decs
Then squeezing their juice,
Adding honey to taste
Making cups of decade.
Yet decs are rare
And in my life I
Have found just eight.
Each greedily drunk.
I have found too late
Decades should be sipped,
Not gulped down whole
As I seem to have done.
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