The Pitcher

The Pitcher

I throw you hurricanes.
I throw you dishes.
I throw you chains.
I throw you wishes.
I throw you pains.
I throw you tears.
I throw you hard rains.
I throw you fears.
I throw you stains.
I throw you years.
I throw you rage.
I throw you beers.
I throw you age.
I hold you dear.

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