Pride Without Conceit
2-8-19
Travelling tremendous distances into the heavens
As to run another vacuum and count by sevens
To see how much of the good and bad stuff I can afford
And give it all over to the Lord
Meaning of meeting mere Masshu unwittingly
Building a fire in dreams of gathering sticks as the devil is still up
To his same old tricks
Saving everything as to outwit ones own ambition
All for toys in the attic among children's hour already traversed
I got through one more day of good works
As we are known by them
Why did the knees not prevent me
For the weak to be at rest of mythic magnitude
Love never goes to waste...
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