HONEY, SYRUP, SAP

Here the rest of the world might 
Have found the molasses, a 
Golden-slow trickle or pace, 
Who knows how, or when? 

Was it boring? The process - 
The awakening? I bet it came abrupt,
And if it didn't may gods bless 
The rip, the tear, cracking...?

Sounds 'bout right, 
Golden-slow, the folding

The change
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