Wednesday, November 14, 2012

This Is Just Perfect

who
are you
who is torn
in the folk tale
so sad to be born
that I can chew the words
now and then, the sour one
on the tongue and the sweet vines
clutched to the wall as life's treat? In
the far distance world unknown
we are reminded the on time
and the ancient wisdom
Fax not baptism
But hope alone
Prayers for
the mild
couls

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