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Forty-three (Come Sivan)
11-25-15

In the third month of Sivan
I turn forty-three
I don't look that old
so I suppose that I'll just be
Thy daughter lives
Trouble not the master
As time freely gives
With no such calamity or disaster
And they laughed him to scorn
I catch the word by the contrast
Like a rose, O, maid arise
Soon I will know broccoli and corn
She arose straightway
And all wept and bewailed her
She is not dead but sleepeth
Through the king's decree
Haman's conspiracy is defeated
By which I allow a little bit of beard stubble
Ambiguous and no such trouble...




She Is Not Dead But Sleepest
11-28-15

In the hands of destiny
She has her provocative meaning
The beauty settles there for some time now
As steam comes to cling to the things to come
O, maid arise
See the future clearly
Glad to be home with my cat
Tonight in the hands of destiny
As shadows creep
And she arose straightway
It came to pass that the animals are named
stated in the present tense
To give it a permanent form
As water slips into the sea
Commanded to give her meat
And they laughed him to scorn
As Haman's conspiracy is defeated
Through the king's degree
I'm home in time for church
Coffee at last!